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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1435 | 2013-05-05 07:13:30 | 65.33 | 92% |
| 1339 | 2013-04-26 05:42:05 | 66.43 | 94% |
| 738 | 2013-01-28 09:21:45 | 53.33 | 90% |