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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1070 | 2014-06-02 06:00:21 | 104.27 | 96% |
| 686 | 2014-04-27 07:47:39 | 109.82 | 100% |
| 635 | 2014-04-06 03:49:32 | 105.57 | 97% |
| 239 | 2014-03-20 13:09:18 | 110.63 | 99% |
| 13 | 2014-03-14 12:36:38 | 91.42 | 95% |