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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1094 | 2012-07-21 07:20:55 | 80.97 | 93% |
| 579 | 2012-06-13 02:19:52 | 75.23 | 92% |
| 519 | 2012-06-13 00:36:14 | 86.17 | 97% |