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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 521 | 2015-02-11 07:39:51 | 111.33 | 87% |
| 519 | 2015-02-10 05:04:44 | 130.92 | 91% |
| 314 | 2014-10-17 04:38:26 | 128.21 | 92% |
| 192 | 2013-01-30 21:10:08 | 133.51 | 99% |
| 188 | 2013-01-30 21:07:13 | 111.09 | 93% |