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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 963 | 2014-06-10 14:49:12 | 65.81 | 93% |
| 843 | 2012-09-09 14:12:35 | 62.60 | 96% |
| 679 | 2012-08-06 11:53:02 | 59.47 | 98% |
| 221 | 2012-01-22 13:50:02 | 33.36 | 96% |