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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1221 | 2013-08-23 15:14:54 | 103.73 | 98% |
| 358 | 2012-10-06 11:12:05 | 79.35 | 94% |
| 243 | 2012-10-03 15:05:51 | 69.55 | 90% |