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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 872 | 2012-07-10 02:35:29 | 46.98 | 96% |
| 718 | 2012-07-01 13:20:39 | 39.77 | 93% |