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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1373 | 2013-04-28 06:11:09 | 82.46 | 93% |
| 1072 | 2013-04-24 14:59:51 | 79.78 | 94% |
| 991 | 2013-04-23 13:06:53 | 77.48 | 93% |