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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1433 | 2013-11-19 14:48:18 | 144.60 | 98% |
| 1424 | 2013-11-18 12:37:44 | 126.57 | 97% |
| 456 | 2013-07-28 14:29:59 | 117.01 | 94% |
| 356 | 2013-07-16 19:54:10 | 138.30 | 99% |