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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 628 | 2013-09-10 20:43:10 | 93.05 | 94% |
| 623 | 2013-09-08 05:02:55 | 91.47 | 96% |
| 381 | 2013-06-02 06:03:48 | 76.21 | 93% |