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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1117 | 2014-03-05 14:15:08 | 65.46 | 98% |
| 1091 | 2014-03-04 16:06:01 | 62.76 | 96% |
| 1022 | 2014-02-28 13:48:17 | 55.05 | 96% |