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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 537 | 2014-08-31 10:39:41 | 49.83 | 91% |
| 278 | 2014-08-07 16:23:15 | 45.50 | 90% |
| 171 | 2014-08-05 15:31:44 | 45.72 | 92% |
| 70 | 2014-08-02 16:32:53 | 44.18 | 94% |