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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 842 | 2013-07-13 12:20:51 | 84.42 | 98% |
| 391 | 2013-04-08 23:34:37 | 80.16 | 97% |
| 55 | 2013-01-19 14:13:51 | 63.71 | 97% |
| 47 | 2013-01-19 14:03:22 | 63.44 | 96% |