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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1218 | 2014-02-17 22:25:47 | 90.18 | 93% |
| 810 | 2014-01-17 21:11:35 | 88.78 | 93% |
| 220 | 2013-11-28 01:14:59 | 87.12 | 91% |
| 3 | 2013-09-16 21:26:03 | 86.33 | 97% |