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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2003 | 2017-09-22 17:28:47 | 112.05 | 99% |
| 1489 | 2014-12-27 20:12:29 | 62.21 | 92% |
| 1435 | 2014-12-26 15:24:22 | 62.40 | 95% |
| 882 | 2012-07-10 12:52:30 | 99.71 | 93% |
| 855 | 2012-07-10 10:52:58 | 93.80 | 94% |
| 484 | 2011-02-22 22:36:46 | 103.35 |