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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1320 | 2013-08-25 03:46:54 | 66.40 | 91% |
| 1278 | 2013-08-23 15:40:07 | 69.30 | 90% |
| 834 | 2013-08-11 09:09:03 | 74.56 | 94% |
| 807 | 2013-08-10 14:50:54 | 75.57 | 94% |
| 753 | 2013-08-09 09:57:23 | 69.13 | 90% |
| 638 | 2013-08-07 09:19:14 | 66.33 | 89% |
| 608 | 2013-08-06 08:46:39 | 64.84 | 92% |
| 90 | 2013-06-27 06:18:51 | 52.53 | 87% |