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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1587 | 2013-11-12 23:59:49 | 75.16 | 94% |
| 1479 | 2013-10-01 16:14:07 | 82.86 | 98% |
| 455 | 2010-09-19 04:15:31 | 36.81 |