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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 957 | 2014-03-02 22:03:38 | 73.51 | 95% |
| 925 | 2014-02-22 16:55:03 | 73.01 | 94% |
| 660 | 2013-10-15 09:23:29 | 79.00 | 96% |
| 547 | 2013-10-13 16:25:38 | 73.23 | 97% |
| 381 | 2013-10-05 20:10:58 | 72.20 | 96% |
| 84 | 2013-05-12 17:30:55 | 67.27 | 92% |