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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2174 | 2014-01-06 13:06:46 | 74.48 | 98% |
| 1150 | 2013-03-10 19:13:30 | 72.76 | 95% |
| 637 | 2013-02-22 01:54:46 | 74.56 | 98% |
| 552 | 2013-02-17 22:17:30 | 70.65 | 98% |
| 72 | 2012-12-10 01:23:55 | 72.42 | 97% |