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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1924 | 2014-04-24 11:16:39 | 53.13 | 92% |
| 937 | 2012-06-16 11:34:15 | 57.80 | 96% |
| 261 | 2010-09-30 09:07:37 | 53.29 |