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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1227 | 2013-09-06 20:33:18 | 111.56 | 96% |
| 1154 | 2013-04-30 00:00:51 | 108.53 | 98% |
| 1100 | 2013-02-19 17:50:23 | 110.91 | 95% |
| 1090 | 2013-01-17 04:23:07 | 110.44 | 95% |