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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1413 | 2013-03-25 04:05:54 | 58.05 | 95% |
| 464 | 2011-09-11 08:35:28 | 55.87 | 96% |
| 53 | 2011-08-24 05:44:58 | 41.71 | 90% |