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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1130 | 2013-08-07 09:36:45 | 79.61 | 92% |
| 782 | 2013-07-23 05:06:59 | 69.31 | 89% |
| 772 | 2013-07-21 06:31:31 | 77.66 | 93% |
| 684 | 2013-07-20 08:03:55 | 77.71 | 95% |