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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1024 | 2013-01-07 00:27:19 | 88.51 | 94% |
| 491 | 2013-01-01 21:10:05 | 96.34 | 97% |
| 439 | 2013-01-01 02:35:34 | 90.78 | 95% |
| 257 | 2012-12-29 22:31:04 | 90.56 | 93% |