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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2317 | 2014-08-13 01:55:56 | 69.79 | 95% |
| 1864 | 2013-10-19 07:29:36 | 68.00 | 90% |
| 1143 | 2013-04-21 11:04:51 | 65.78 | 93% |
| 1064 | 2013-04-18 09:49:57 | 67.95 | 97% |