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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1000 | 2014-10-29 18:18:48 | 68.35 | 94% |
| 884 | 2014-04-30 19:14:41 | 68.38 | 94% |
| 309 | 2013-05-01 19:16:01 | 64.95 | 95% |