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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 999 | 2013-04-27 15:22:44 | 56.51 | 95% |
| 887 | 2013-04-23 17:37:45 | 63.68 | 99% |
| 843 | 2013-04-22 19:25:21 | 46.90 | 92% |