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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1156 | 2014-09-29 06:53:37 | 74.21 | 92% |
| 738 | 2014-02-04 14:41:08 | 84.35 | 93% |
| 326 | 2014-01-15 05:42:21 | 79.47 | 95% |