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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 712 | 2014-01-24 23:36:13 | 79.17 | 94% |
| 694 | 2014-01-06 02:09:25 | 75.78 | 97% |
| 661 | 2013-11-22 23:23:48 | 71.68 | 94% |
| 517 | 2013-01-01 00:29:16 | 56.45 | 91% |
| 482 | 2012-12-23 04:31:36 | 53.49 | 92% |