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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 889 | 2015-12-18 13:25:33 | 137.76 | 97% |
| 426 | 2013-09-10 12:11:58 | 130.81 | 92% |
| 275 | 2013-09-06 07:29:35 | 111.50 | 90% |