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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1590 | 2014-05-23 14:30:37 | 116.37 | 99% |
| 1303 | 2014-05-13 18:11:31 | 71.18 | 97% |
| 1242 | 2014-05-12 20:39:12 | 101.57 | 94% |
| 453 | 2014-04-28 14:38:35 | 107.68 | 95% |