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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2391 | 2013-09-07 14:52:46 | 58.79 | 96% |
| 1741 | 2011-12-29 19:40:43 | 49.41 | 97% |
| 1557 | 2011-12-19 12:09:43 | 46.07 | 94% |