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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1073 | 2013-11-19 14:48:23 | 123.88 | 97% |
| 779 | 2013-11-02 17:39:35 | 106.06 | 94% |
| 48 | 2013-09-14 18:25:01 | 116.71 | 95% |