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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2146 | 2013-06-25 07:06:47 | 78.84 | 94% |
| 2086 | 2013-06-23 19:19:27 | 73.42 | 91% |
| 1966 | 2013-06-19 21:50:12 | 70.54 | 92% |
| 1960 | 2013-06-19 20:39:57 | 73.27 | 91% |
| 1305 | 2013-03-21 00:44:34 | 68.65 | 97% |
| 1195 | 2013-03-19 11:18:15 | 59.61 | 91% |
| 894 | 2013-01-07 04:57:39 | 52.71 | 94% |
| 72 | 2012-12-22 04:06:25 | 46.16 | 91% |