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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1458 | 2015-10-20 22:50:41 | 71.70 | 97% |
| 1350 | 2015-02-26 00:14:50 | 67.05 | 93% |
| 890 | 2014-03-06 23:20:57 | 70.91 | 95% |
| 417 | 2013-07-11 19:54:28 | 70.49 | 94% |
| 168 | 2013-07-05 21:32:04 | 66.48 | 94% |