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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1043 | 2013-11-03 16:55:20 | 78.09 | 99% |
| 962 | 2013-11-01 16:52:42 | 62.80 | 93% |
| 750 | 2013-08-28 11:03:48 | 75.88 | 97% |