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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 860 | 2014-03-27 09:47:27 | 71.48 | 95% |
| 241 | 2014-01-16 06:20:57 | 79.16 | 97% |