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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 561 | 2011-07-26 06:14:35 | 53.34 | 92% |
| 273 | 2011-07-22 12:23:24 | 46.33 | 88% |