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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 755 | 2012-05-28 02:58:16 | 116.17 | 98% |
| 175 | 2011-12-01 07:50:33 | 113.77 | 98% |