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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 390 | 2013-12-17 21:08:51 | 87.43 | 91% |
| 359 | 2013-12-10 21:41:06 | 95.18 | 90% |
| 208 | 2013-11-08 20:59:36 | 96.15 | 91% |
| 129 | 2013-11-05 21:48:02 | 90.69 | 91% |