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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1836 | 2013-03-30 12:48:21 | 94.83 | 92% |
| 1786 | 2013-03-29 23:09:43 | 87.46 | 90% |
| 1778 | 2013-03-29 23:01:33 | 99.43 | 91% |
| 1503 | 2013-03-16 09:43:16 | 82.57 | 89% |
| 1056 | 2013-03-09 12:43:59 | 87.53 | 88% |
| 972 | 2013-03-08 21:36:14 | 85.24 | 87% |