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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1117 | 2015-02-21 17:10:20 | 65.18 | 87% |
| 1079 | 2014-05-22 03:53:44 | 55.96 | 82% |
| 887 | 2012-10-18 15:33:53 | 62.35 | 88% |