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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 794 | 2013-09-30 03:43:16 | 67.13 | 94% |
| 313 | 2013-09-17 03:57:55 | 67.00 | 97% |
| 155 | 2013-09-16 06:29:23 | 61.53 | 94% |