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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1179 | 2014-10-04 07:40:34 | 100.51 | 93% |
| 367 | 2011-07-11 00:17:32 | 98.68 | 96% |
| 283 | 2011-07-08 16:06:57 | 100.85 | 96% |