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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 840 | 2014-04-20 12:41:21 | 75.00 | 95% |
| 593 | 2014-04-17 00:21:49 | 66.64 | 89% |
| 322 | 2014-04-09 10:54:00 | 66.39 | 92% |