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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 353 | 2011-11-04 01:40:10 | 121.38 | 95% |
| 292 | 2011-10-24 08:31:26 | 126.97 | 95% |