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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1471 | 2013-04-05 17:48:22 | 62.97 | 95% |
| 330 | 2013-01-14 08:07:01 | 49.46 | 92% |
| 328 | 2013-01-14 08:03:09 | 46.33 | 94% |