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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 947 | 2014-12-30 15:23:59 | 68.09 | 89% |
| 864 | 2014-12-23 13:09:28 | 71.75 | 92% |
| 782 | 2014-12-18 22:44:41 | 67.95 | 91% |
| 398 | 2014-11-22 18:39:23 | 69.72 | 94% |
| 112 | 2014-11-17 16:36:40 | 60.59 | 91% |