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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 563 | 2013-03-28 23:56:48 | 57.61 | 97% |
| 504 | 2013-03-26 20:53:50 | 58.46 | 95% |
| 153 | 2013-03-21 00:52:22 | 48.67 | 91% |