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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2371 | 2015-02-03 19:38:05 | 50.73 | 87% |
| 1820 | 2012-11-26 19:11:35 | 53.68 | 85% |
| 783 | 2011-11-28 19:57:36 | 53.02 | 87% |