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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1579 | 2012-09-13 21:42:21 | 37.28 | 92% |
| 1005 | 2012-08-08 17:28:00 | 39.58 | 98% |