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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1663 | 2013-09-14 05:46:51 | 74.92 | 95% |
| 1216 | 2013-08-14 14:16:47 | 75.41 | 97% |
| 1085 | 2013-08-10 13:10:31 | 68.90 | 95% |
| 824 | 2013-08-01 06:03:16 | 65.04 | 95% |