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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 930 | 2014-05-22 10:51:01 | 114.80 | 93% |
| 797 | 2014-05-20 03:11:58 | 117.68 | 93% |
| 697 | 2014-05-19 08:40:10 | 130.89 | 96% |
| 384 | 2014-05-13 13:22:25 | 115.92 | 94% |