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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1291 | 2014-04-07 18:53:17 | 107.61 | 91% |
| 1272 | 2014-04-07 14:34:06 | 114.25 | 93% |
| 1179 | 2014-04-03 14:05:52 | 115.95 | 93% |
| 489 | 2012-02-13 01:47:57 | 107.62 | 93% |