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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1576 | 2012-07-25 22:34:47 | 98.45 | 98% |
| 1505 | 2012-05-01 06:49:36 | 79.66 | 97% |
| 106 | 2011-10-30 19:29:07 | 63.71 | 98% |