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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 241 | 2012-11-19 15:39:18 | 121.70 | 95% |
| 104 | 2012-11-12 07:40:29 | 131.12 | 97% |