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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 609 | 2011-09-21 09:56:44 | 109.68 | 98% |
| 66 | 2011-08-12 04:50:01 | 104.49 | 94% |