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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1701 | 2013-06-18 15:32:34 | 83.36 | 94% |
| 1281 | 2012-04-04 17:31:27 | 83.82 | 91% |
| 766 | 2012-03-07 18:54:53 | 84.69 | 94% |