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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 676 | 2014-03-06 15:51:53 | 72.65 | 94% |
| 231 | 2014-02-05 16:17:00 | 60.15 | 90% |
| 27 | 2013-09-30 23:15:05 | 46.92 | 93% |