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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 695 | 2013-11-15 03:38:02 | 114.06 | 95% |
| 607 | 2013-02-28 09:35:56 | 94.05 | 92% |