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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 960 | 2014-05-03 05:31:14 | 50.69 | 93% |
| 849 | 2014-04-07 19:14:28 | 57.49 | 95% |
| 778 | 2014-04-06 17:29:25 | 50.48 | 93% |
| 271 | 2014-03-11 01:57:07 | 49.81 | 96% |
| 122 | 2014-02-25 03:54:37 | 47.93 | 95% |