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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1485 | 2014-09-13 19:02:01 | 84.47 | 94% |
| 1374 | 2014-08-31 23:09:06 | 90.51 | 97% |
| 760 | 2013-12-01 20:20:15 | 73.77 | 93% |
| 315 | 2013-11-06 23:16:39 | 71.54 | 94% |