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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 336 | 2013-07-04 02:15:34 | 103.50 | 89% |
| 278 | 2013-06-29 04:47:27 | 101.35 | 93% |
| 245 | 2013-06-27 09:56:23 | 105.98 | 91% |
| 165 | 2013-06-23 10:54:38 | 92.39 | 84% |