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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1096 | 2015-03-31 15:01:25 | 58.28 | 94% |
| 885 | 2012-01-19 12:54:35 | 48.84 | 93% |
| 482 | 2011-11-06 16:48:05 | 46.86 | 92% |