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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 859 | 2013-01-23 12:56:52 | 45.75 | 94% |
| 813 | 2013-01-09 15:13:57 | 55.71 | 94% |
| 745 | 2012-11-29 15:07:08 | 54.30 | 95% |