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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 851 | 2012-02-03 19:17:21 | 67.35 | 82% |
| 799 | 2012-01-27 19:30:31 | 73.44 | 88% |