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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1430 | 2013-06-25 23:04:08 | 121.69 | 97% |
| 1238 | 2011-07-29 05:17:49 | 124.35 | 96% |
| 1223 | 2011-06-03 19:30:05 | 132.71 | 95% |