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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2444 | 2014-07-14 09:49:27 | 83.87 | 97% |
| 2283 | 2014-01-29 05:12:39 | 83.93 | 97% |
| 927 | 2010-07-02 11:53:19 | 55.24 |