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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1509 | 2013-06-30 15:05:42 | 89.87 | 98% |
| 1334 | 2010-11-16 21:51:10 | 76.72 | |
| 1050 | 2010-10-27 16:56:49 | 73.76 |