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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1353 | 2014-03-17 15:23:42 | 86.47 | 94% |
| 1199 | 2014-03-13 18:28:28 | 93.93 | 96% |
| 840 | 2014-02-18 16:46:54 | 90.21 | 94% |
| 272 | 2012-12-27 20:44:33 | 58.37 | 89% |