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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 982 | 2013-08-19 02:14:18 | 80.22 | 97% |
| 857 | 2013-08-07 17:14:52 | 82.15 | 96% |
| 752 | 2013-05-22 19:09:57 | 70.15 | 94% |
| 613 | 2013-03-13 20:29:21 | 72.52 | 97% |
| 603 | 2013-03-13 20:14:46 | 76.65 | 98% |