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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 904 | 2013-03-09 15:30:40 | 88.72 | 96% |
| 324 | 2010-11-07 14:37:24 | 86.10 | |
| 9 | 2010-08-28 03:51:15 | 64.07 |