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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 755 | 2014-09-19 09:38:18 | 68.69 | 97% |
| 730 | 2014-09-19 05:56:42 | 69.00 | 94% |
| 239 | 2014-05-01 23:03:53 | 55.63 | 94% |