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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 460 | 2014-01-23 00:04:29 | 120.23 | 96% |
| 411 | 2014-01-20 19:08:33 | 106.15 | 92% |