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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1971 | 2015-10-12 03:06:52 | 70.48 | 97% |
| 1935 | 2015-09-16 04:18:23 | 72.04 | 97% |
| 1502 | 2013-10-07 13:54:46 | 79.18 | 98% |
| 536 | 2012-07-20 14:31:18 | 55.95 | 96% |