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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 975 | 2013-08-15 16:28:12 | 60.66 | 96% |
| 950 | 2013-08-14 15:40:51 | 62.64 | 96% |
| 732 | 2013-08-06 14:59:20 | 61.21 | 98% |