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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1098 | 2012-08-18 03:22:43 | 63.55 | 95% |
| 271 | 2012-07-23 04:18:17 | 58.96 | 95% |
| 13 | 2012-07-17 14:06:57 | 44.06 | 90% |