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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 270 | 2014-01-18 02:32:49 | 123.69 | 98% |
| 249 | 2014-01-05 02:21:30 | 130.34 | 98% |