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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 764 | 2013-03-16 08:31:18 | 78.70 | 97% |
| 654 | 2013-02-08 19:21:51 | 76.77 | 94% |