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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 604 | 2014-09-03 21:34:08 | 59.51 | 93% |
| 338 | 2014-07-30 18:23:51 | 53.90 | 85% |
| 182 | 2014-07-19 11:26:38 | 64.83 | 94% |