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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1818 | 2015-03-20 00:53:06 | 83.19 | 93% |
| 1226 | 2010-12-12 22:49:31 | 64.74 | |
| 952 | 2010-11-09 00:33:06 | 64.87 |