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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1542 | 2013-08-23 02:55:50 | 89.45 | 98% |
| 993 | 2013-05-22 05:16:31 | 80.34 | 95% |
| 847 | 2013-05-08 01:56:30 | 75.22 | 95% |