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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 656 | 2012-06-19 20:27:38 | 76.04 | 93% |
| 367 | 2012-01-20 18:28:18 | 73.57 | 92% |