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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1292 | 2016-01-08 04:23:47 | 95.70 | 96% |
| 972 | 2014-02-09 22:59:41 | 107.52 | 97% |
| 766 | 2013-09-17 04:10:25 | 106.68 | 96% |
| 231 | 2012-04-01 03:41:21 | 110.58 | 94% |
| 221 | 2012-04-01 03:29:26 | 114.66 | 98% |