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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1026 | 2014-01-07 21:40:47 | 72.99 | 91% |
| 448 | 2013-11-15 21:35:24 | 75.62 | 94% |
| 373 | 2013-11-11 13:27:50 | 76.09 | 95% |
| 304 | 2013-11-06 21:41:28 | 77.44 | 92% |