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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2811 | 2012-05-29 22:09:42 | 117.31 | 97% |
| 2390 | 2011-06-02 18:51:02 | 108.75 | 97% |