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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1286 | 2014-06-20 11:06:34 | 71.97 | 95% |
| 1262 | 2014-06-19 11:11:45 | 65.85 | 93% |
| 283 | 2011-09-07 06:01:27 | 54.51 | 96% |