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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 558 | 2012-07-27 19:11:52 | 121.84 | 95% |
| 103 | 2011-12-16 18:27:18 | 132.01 | 97% |