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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1064 | 2013-07-13 04:43:07 | 110.29 | 94% |
| 778 | 2013-07-09 09:06:38 | 116.00 | 94% |
| 662 | 2013-07-08 23:22:30 | 128.40 | 98% |
| 459 | 2013-07-06 07:32:08 | 116.33 | 96% |