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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1497 | 2014-12-07 03:27:59 | 61.44 | 95% |
| 547 | 2014-10-03 03:05:02 | 69.44 | 98% |
| 321 | 2014-09-26 00:03:56 | 71.95 | 97% |