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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2341 | 2015-05-01 23:15:11 | 108.82 | 95% |
| 2237 | 2015-02-14 04:44:59 | 108.77 | 96% |
| 2116 | 2014-11-24 20:38:01 | 111.98 | 97% |
| 1734 | 2011-05-24 16:54:21 | 90.42 | 91% |