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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 543 | 2014-10-31 16:08:15 | 171.26 | 97% |
| 205 | 2014-02-19 02:51:34 | 139.41 | 94% |
| 107 | 2013-11-16 03:11:07 | 133.91 | 92% |