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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1689 | 2014-03-29 21:42:44 | 94.48 | 94% |
| 1682 | 2014-03-29 18:02:23 | 75.05 | 84% |
| 1519 | 2012-05-27 06:31:15 | 81.62 | 93% |
| 113 | 2011-08-08 16:39:21 | 63.13 | 90% |