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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 717 | 2015-03-13 14:01:26 | 109.75 | 99% |
| 513 | 2014-04-07 00:13:50 | 132.25 | 99% |
| 113 | 2013-03-13 01:36:37 | 120.79 | 98% |