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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 219 | 2013-06-07 08:14:43 | 71.06 | 92% |
| 214 | 2013-06-07 08:03:41 | 61.77 | 88% |