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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 261 | 2014-08-16 16:37:49 | 55.76 | 93% |
| 215 | 2014-08-15 02:45:01 | 52.73 | 92% |