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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1590 | 2013-12-25 16:29:04 | 77.93 | 91% |
| 1241 | 2013-12-22 23:22:29 | 59.57 | 82% |
| 1103 | 2013-12-21 05:18:32 | 82.96 | 95% |
| 724 | 2013-12-14 21:32:19 | 80.08 | 94% |
| 187 | 2013-11-03 02:27:52 | 67.49 | 87% |