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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1014 | 2014-05-02 21:48:57 | 63.41 | 92% |
| 419 | 2013-04-11 21:39:31 | 62.66 | 96% |
| 83 | 2013-02-26 04:45:23 | 57.22 | 98% |