Come sail your ships around me and burn your bridges down. We make a little history, baby, every time you come around. Come loose your dogs upon me and let your hair hang down. You are a little mystery to me every time you come around. We talk about it all night long, we define our moral ground. But when I crawl into your arms everything comes tumbling down.
| Game | Time | WPM | Accuracy |
|---|---|---|---|
| 876 | 2014-11-23 19:08:28 | 83.87 | 100% |
| 862 | 2014-11-23 17:30:03 | 85.58 | 100% |
| 425 | 2013-01-07 05:55:23 | 71.08 | 99% |
| 243 | 2013-01-05 06:33:55 | 63.53 | 98% |
| 187 | 2013-01-04 13:02:09 | 61.38 | 97% |