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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1878 | 2015-07-01 10:06:04 | 135.73 | 94% |
| 1173 | 2012-10-31 11:18:02 | 142.19 | 99% |
| 1083 | 2012-05-21 14:15:04 | 114.58 | 87% |
| 937 | 2012-04-08 15:00:15 | 119.78 | 93% |
| 876 | 2012-03-25 07:19:48 | 125.75 | 94% |
| 600 | 2012-01-02 12:42:55 | 109.07 | 89% |