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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 699 | 2014-11-23 08:04:42 | 62.77 | 93% |
| 546 | 2014-10-22 07:20:18 | 67.32 | 95% |
| 350 | 2014-10-01 04:42:39 | 63.78 | 95% |