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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1403 | 2014-03-08 15:41:31 | 54.40 | 93% |
| 1390 | 2014-03-02 22:03:56 | 55.67 | 95% |
| 810 | 2014-01-26 16:01:23 | 51.60 | 93% |
| 509 | 2014-01-16 21:42:42 | 45.27 | 94% |
| 473 | 2014-01-16 20:50:43 | 44.35 | 94% |