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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2005 | 2016-02-10 15:01:09 | 56.88 | 93% |
| 824 | 2014-06-01 16:24:09 | 49.19 | 90% |
| 578 | 2011-04-25 12:10:47 | 48.32 |