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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1192 | 2013-08-29 04:57:07 | 44.56 | 93% |
| 1131 | 2013-08-25 17:18:33 | 46.94 | 94% |