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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 307 | 2012-11-16 22:54:06 | 116.12 | 92% |
| 246 | 2012-11-12 20:10:39 | 126.24 | 97% |