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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1197 | 2014-09-30 17:54:12 | 110.04 | 98% |
| 1190 | 2014-09-30 17:47:27 | 96.50 | 94% |
| 1012 | 2014-09-25 03:40:33 | 100.74 | 97% |
| 360 | 2014-09-12 07:50:36 | 106.50 | 96% |