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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1065 | 2014-08-04 08:44:53 | 50.17 | 87% |
| 887 | 2014-07-26 13:09:59 | 53.94 | 90% |
| 104 | 2014-05-21 15:31:00 | 49.44 | 95% |