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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 615 | 2014-05-15 21:43:21 | 55.28 | 87% |
| 497 | 2014-05-15 01:24:56 | 52.38 | 87% |
| 189 | 2014-05-10 22:04:22 | 54.00 | 88% |