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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1166 | 2016-05-23 16:44:47 | 74.03 | 98% |
| 279 | 2012-07-19 03:50:59 | 52.45 | 94% |
| 39 | 2012-07-16 10:12:13 | 53.39 | 94% |