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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1589 | 2014-03-14 20:36:20 | 92.14 | 93% |
| 706 | 2013-12-06 05:52:40 | 97.19 | 95% |
| 228 | 2013-10-24 19:43:21 | 85.56 | 92% |