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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 619 | 2013-09-29 22:17:23 | 79.65 | 89% |
| 569 | 2013-09-26 23:32:50 | 90.99 | 93% |
| 198 | 2013-09-01 20:31:42 | 73.58 | 90% |