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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 789 | 2013-10-05 11:50:44 | 74.70 | 96% |
| 694 | 2013-09-14 22:23:22 | 72.78 | 97% |
| 473 | 2013-09-09 13:35:07 | 68.78 | 96% |
| 8 | 2013-02-06 19:48:23 | 65.79 | 96% |