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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 749 | 2014-05-01 10:32:43 | 52.41 | 95% |
| 728 | 2014-04-29 12:05:05 | 60.31 | 98% |
| 558 | 2014-01-03 11:58:54 | 50.03 | 98% |
| 445 | 2013-02-09 06:49:05 | 44.29 | 94% |