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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 995 | 2014-05-23 16:49:58 | 89.63 | 94% |
| 930 | 2014-05-18 16:46:31 | 75.78 | 90% |
| 260 | 2011-04-21 15:43:23 | 45.19 |