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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1048 | 2014-08-08 18:28:42 | 90.97 | 94% |
| 1009 | 2014-08-06 17:55:46 | 108.18 | 98% |
| 683 | 2013-11-05 05:02:45 | 87.15 | 94% |