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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2141 | 2014-03-05 04:17:04 | 82.06 | 94% |
| 1892 | 2011-10-29 00:13:34 | 96.42 | 96% |
| 970 | 2010-07-04 11:05:18 | 98.36 |