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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1667 | 2014-04-13 16:50:35 | 61.82 | 98% |
| 1037 | 2013-05-20 17:15:41 | 58.87 | 95% |
| 590 | 2013-03-26 17:03:54 | 62.49 | 98% |