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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 259 | 2014-01-25 14:12:22 | 74.19 | 82% |
| 16 | 2012-08-05 14:30:28 | 84.89 | 93% |