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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1475 | 2012-09-13 08:30:27 | 70.94 | 95% |
| 1249 | 2012-05-05 15:19:41 | 46.39 | 86% |