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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 750 | 2013-07-08 08:39:54 | 57.18 | 94% |
| 641 | 2013-06-12 08:17:24 | 69.48 | 97% |
| 510 | 2013-05-13 10:52:34 | 60.00 | 93% |