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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1698 | 2013-11-19 09:26:36 | 70.93 | 94% |
| 1319 | 2013-11-10 14:04:07 | 75.91 | 94% |
| 1068 | 2013-11-04 06:21:44 | 71.01 | 95% |
| 4 | 2013-09-07 15:14:43 | 74.95 | 95% |