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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1121 | 2013-09-27 19:54:05 | 91.16 | 96% |
| 524 | 2012-09-07 11:36:16 | 56.49 | 90% |
| 237 | 2012-07-21 08:03:42 | 44.91 | 92% |