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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 623 | 2014-08-20 15:52:45 | 83.53 | 99% |
| 506 | 2014-08-17 12:36:33 | 68.84 | 94% |
| 488 | 2014-08-17 02:25:08 | 69.56 | 97% |
| 318 | 2014-08-11 22:48:16 | 73.72 | 98% |
| 103 | 2014-08-09 04:53:04 | 69.58 | 95% |