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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 355 | 2014-05-20 12:42:31 | 78.61 | 94% |
| 178 | 2013-08-24 23:02:38 | 70.48 | 95% |