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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3280 | 2016-04-05 01:41:46 | 120.87 | 95% |
| 1820 | 2012-11-09 19:32:14 | 109.05 | 94% |
| 1414 | 2012-06-13 16:34:50 | 99.84 | 90% |
| 1035 | 2012-05-17 05:50:28 | 97.02 | 91% |
| 662 | 2012-05-09 12:53:59 | 109.25 | 94% |
| 538 | 2012-03-02 12:05:25 | 92.66 | 87% |