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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 181 | 2014-03-19 03:23:28 | 130.41 | 98% |
| 52 | 2014-03-14 22:06:56 | 124.71 | 95% |