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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 437 | 2014-09-20 04:45:04 | 125.20 | 96% |
| 382 | 2014-09-16 13:37:54 | 127.60 | 97% |
| 216 | 2014-09-08 13:04:50 | 133.83 | 97% |