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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 77 | 2013-09-06 11:35:13 | 89.23 | 96% |
| 40 | 2013-09-02 15:06:25 | 84.42 | 95% |