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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 225 | 2014-07-08 23:27:20 | 106.78 | 94% |
| 193 | 2014-03-03 17:32:18 | 93.40 | 92% |
| 92 | 2014-02-05 01:39:47 | 102.51 | 96% |