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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 576 | 2013-07-15 03:19:28 | 49.85 | 93% |
| 446 | 2013-07-03 05:48:00 | 48.30 | 94% |
| 152 | 2013-06-11 22:14:54 | 41.20 | 94% |