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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 821 | 2013-04-04 14:40:09 | 67.40 | 94% |
| 772 | 2013-03-31 10:44:07 | 72.15 | 97% |
| 480 | 2012-12-08 21:18:23 | 65.98 | 98% |