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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1470 | 2013-12-19 03:11:08 | 120.43 | 97% |
| 1101 | 2013-03-20 22:31:19 | 116.90 | 99% |
| 408 | 2013-01-01 08:04:31 | 87.58 | 98% |
| 116 | 2012-12-25 20:51:44 | 61.93 | 94% |
| 31 | 2012-12-23 18:50:01 | 46.46 | 89% |