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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1884 | 2014-12-14 14:16:52 | 102.02 | 96% |
| 1877 | 2014-12-14 14:08:44 | 109.67 | 98% |
| 1568 | 2014-08-16 11:19:04 | 111.01 | 95% |
| 1123 | 2014-06-10 14:48:53 | 92.05 | 96% |
| 1033 | 2013-10-26 23:30:15 | 86.52 | 93% |
| 66 | 2010-10-27 13:35:34 | 61.07 |