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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1454 | 2012-11-22 01:37:31 | 50.01 | 91% |
| 1008 | 2012-07-01 07:53:51 | 55.91 | 92% |
| 1007 | 2012-07-01 07:51:36 | 60.06 | 94% |