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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 894 | 2014-06-26 06:27:14 | 66.59 | 91% |
| 781 | 2014-06-07 10:03:29 | 63.67 | 92% |
| 572 | 2014-04-17 18:42:31 | 55.72 | 90% |
| 309 | 2014-01-28 12:58:35 | 48.73 | 88% |