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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1148 | 2014-08-29 01:30:41 | 118.91 | 85% |
| 958 | 2014-01-19 03:28:20 | 91.27 | 76% |
| 629 | 2014-01-08 03:49:27 | 99.24 | 81% |
| 18 | 2013-12-25 01:04:37 | 109.58 | 86% |