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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1076 | 2015-03-17 09:14:56 | 67.35 | 90% |
| 796 | 2014-11-30 17:21:24 | 50.13 | 84% |
| 640 | 2014-11-15 09:16:23 | 68.51 | 93% |
| 318 | 2014-07-26 06:09:19 | 43.47 | 87% |
| 170 | 2014-06-10 17:29:58 | 35.39 | 87% |