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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1739 | 2014-07-03 03:08:44 | 110.16 | 94% |
| 1486 | 2014-06-25 18:28:01 | 113.59 | 94% |
| 1187 | 2014-06-21 23:30:05 | 101.28 | 90% |
| 1023 | 2014-06-13 04:51:47 | 95.31 | 91% |
| 558 | 2013-07-30 18:38:53 | 111.76 | 95% |
| 349 | 2013-06-24 17:52:00 | 113.04 | 96% |