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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 135 | 2013-08-29 03:35:38 | 87.20 | 97% |
| 130 | 2013-08-29 03:28:46 | 77.68 | 93% |
| 86 | 2013-08-23 02:55:56 | 80.28 | 96% |