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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 58 | 2012-02-21 17:43:07 | 79.83 | 97% |
| 15 | 2012-02-20 16:53:40 | 76.31 | 96% |