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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1843 | 2016-11-22 18:09:15 | 88.14 | 96% |
| 1745 | 2016-03-21 18:23:05 | 92.53 | 95% |
| 1642 | 2014-09-26 08:55:47 | 89.05 | 95% |
| 1281 | 2014-01-09 11:37:29 | 87.26 | 99% |
| 339 | 2011-02-05 12:05:13 | 61.87 |