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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 853 | 2014-10-27 20:09:17 | 53.19 | 85% |
| 832 | 2014-10-27 18:25:33 | 59.07 | 88% |
| 327 | 2014-09-29 19:52:21 | 53.35 | 90% |