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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1914 | 2014-11-18 14:16:43 | 112.68 | 94% |
| 1845 | 2014-11-13 17:19:56 | 124.22 | 96% |
| 1531 | 2014-10-01 17:10:36 | 108.11 | 95% |
| 1363 | 2014-08-26 00:57:26 | 122.00 | 96% |
| 901 | 2014-03-07 00:40:38 | 99.35 | 92% |
| 880 | 2014-03-07 00:16:09 | 113.56 | 96% |
| 717 | 2014-02-12 00:55:13 | 122.83 | 99% |