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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1002 | 2012-09-08 21:27:00 | 128.76 | 97% |
| 752 | 2012-09-04 21:40:25 | 125.04 | 99% |
| 457 | 2012-08-29 01:48:29 | 132.06 | 99% |