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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3507 | 2013-09-19 18:06:56 | 110.09 | 91% |
| 2390 | 2012-10-12 13:50:29 | 112.32 | 91% |
| 1523 | 2012-02-01 00:01:00 | 126.72 | 97% |
| 1494 | 2012-01-26 20:05:56 | 117.93 | 96% |
| 1272 | 2011-11-15 21:03:02 | 115.80 | 94% |