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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2605 | 2014-11-03 17:13:24 | 83.49 | 97% |
| 1939 | 2013-08-17 17:47:51 | 62.66 | 92% |
| 1458 | 2013-06-17 18:23:55 | 66.40 | 94% |
| 497 | 2013-04-06 13:59:24 | 72.97 | 98% |
| 230 | 2013-01-25 17:22:15 | 67.95 | 97% |