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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1747 | 2014-02-17 09:27:34 | 65.00 | 93% |
| 1240 | 2013-07-27 09:42:04 | 57.45 | 90% |
| 1195 | 2013-07-25 13:21:07 | 62.93 | 93% |
| 1127 | 2013-07-20 12:19:28 | 54.83 | 91% |
| 1000 | 2013-07-04 17:26:59 | 53.75 | 94% |
| 707 | 2013-06-21 16:34:29 | 48.14 | 91% |