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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 189 | 2012-03-16 19:26:02 | 116.16 | 98% |
| 86 | 2012-03-11 04:42:01 | 99.29 | 95% |