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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2572 | 2015-03-11 11:47:46 | 82.06 | 95% |
| 2424 | 2015-03-07 02:29:02 | 84.17 | 95% |
| 2155 | 2015-03-05 06:43:24 | 84.28 | 98% |
| 862 | 2012-06-10 01:56:27 | 83.08 | 98% |
| 373 | 2010-08-30 04:06:47 | 49.93 |