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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1759 | 2015-11-13 00:53:19 | 110.09 | 94% |
| 1262 | 2013-11-10 21:22:51 | 109.75 | 97% |
| 1156 | 2013-10-28 02:04:31 | 117.10 | 99% |
| 88 | 2010-11-26 20:57:58 | 78.30 |