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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2470 | 2013-08-07 15:35:44 | 75.73 | 96% |
| 2404 | 2013-07-26 03:55:48 | 71.60 | 96% |
| 2100 | 2011-06-17 15:05:28 | 68.21 | 96% |