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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1981 | 2015-12-09 06:07:19 | 102.28 | 96% |
| 1948 | 2015-11-23 00:26:46 | 112.45 | 98% |
| 1258 | 2014-04-23 02:59:17 | 106.86 | 97% |
| 954 | 2014-03-07 20:27:26 | 109.57 | 95% |
| 436 | 2013-08-20 22:07:28 | 107.54 | 99% |
| 329 | 2013-05-16 03:08:50 | 104.66 | 97% |