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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 430 | 2013-12-06 20:50:36 | 114.22 | 94% |
| 245 | 2013-11-24 18:03:41 | 124.86 | 98% |
| 21 | 2013-11-18 13:20:27 | 107.64 | 97% |