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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1071 | 2015-11-29 18:00:48 | 71.49 | 95% |
| 984 | 2015-11-25 18:15:54 | 77.50 | 98% |
| 745 | 2015-11-19 13:37:57 | 71.42 | 96% |
| 733 | 2015-11-19 13:23:47 | 78.28 | 98% |
| 269 | 2014-11-27 07:23:22 | 64.96 | 92% |
| 77 | 2011-11-11 19:56:57 | 70.24 | 97% |
| 9 | 2011-10-21 16:36:16 | 52.54 | 91% |