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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 964 | 2014-10-29 20:35:26 | 77.88 | 90% |
| 716 | 2012-09-25 21:06:22 | 87.95 | 94% |
| 359 | 2010-12-22 06:54:23 | 69.50 |