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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6357 | 2014-09-22 16:35:53 | 105.76 | 94% |
| 5882 | 2014-08-31 12:38:04 | 123.31 | 96% |
| 5755 | 2014-08-18 03:04:12 | 107.16 | 94% |
| 5498 | 2014-03-03 19:41:53 | 117.20 | 96% |
| 5210 | 2011-04-03 23:18:01 | 118.20 |