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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1131 | 2014-04-22 21:04:54 | 79.39 | 95% |
| 861 | 2014-03-09 11:45:44 | 69.17 | 91% |
| 561 | 2012-02-20 16:42:44 | 68.90 | 96% |
| 252 | 2011-10-10 08:09:10 | 65.44 | 94% |