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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 539 | 2014-01-13 21:48:35 | 86.61 | 93% |
| 344 | 2012-11-01 19:25:34 | 74.62 | 90% |
| 37 | 2012-10-16 10:24:19 | 75.91 | 94% |