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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 179 | 2013-12-03 22:06:44 | 105.85 | 95% |
| 93 | 2013-12-02 19:51:22 | 99.79 | 94% |
| 41 | 2013-12-02 00:09:34 | 109.46 | 98% |