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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1604 | 2014-09-24 08:07:11 | 103.19 | 95% |
| 1440 | 2014-09-07 19:18:37 | 102.10 | 96% |
| 969 | 2014-06-04 23:33:16 | 87.65 | 92% |
| 748 | 2014-05-26 19:00:39 | 97.81 | 97% |
| 58 | 2014-04-10 23:45:43 | 94.98 | 99% |