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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2719 | 2013-09-16 14:05:32 | 122.55 | 94% |
| 2609 | 2013-08-02 17:31:51 | 126.62 | 97% |