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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 768 | 2013-10-26 23:07:03 | 141.16 | 95% |
| 562 | 2013-10-14 22:13:04 | 139.42 | 98% |
| 518 | 2013-10-13 20:08:59 | 151.37 | 98% |
| 482 | 2013-10-12 01:29:44 | 143.34 | 96% |
| 296 | 2013-04-25 22:05:27 | 143.83 | 92% |