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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1411 | 2014-08-29 15:23:25 | 58.95 | 96% |
| 992 | 2014-08-11 15:18:33 | 46.16 | 89% |
| 626 | 2014-08-04 14:19:10 | 59.74 | 97% |
| 540 | 2014-08-02 18:31:36 | 56.00 | 96% |
| 99 | 2014-07-27 22:50:07 | 53.08 | 93% |