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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7386 | 2013-08-08 19:48:31 | 75.94 | 97% |
| 6963 | 2011-07-03 13:18:57 | 66.52 | 95% |