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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1038 | 2014-04-09 01:24:52 | 69.37 | 94% |
| 595 | 2011-03-31 05:16:51 | 62.88 | |
| 298 | 2011-03-12 18:17:38 | 70.78 |