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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3522 | 2013-03-10 07:36:21 | 59.98 | 97% |
| 3469 | 2013-03-10 05:41:11 | 60.46 | 96% |
| 3046 | 2011-07-25 07:59:00 | 55.98 | 94% |