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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 939 | 2013-04-29 07:23:49 | 83.37 | 94% |
| 878 | 2013-04-27 15:33:13 | 70.70 | 89% |
| 726 | 2013-04-25 05:07:34 | 78.37 | 92% |
| 674 | 2013-04-23 07:11:57 | 71.08 | 91% |