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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 49 | 2014-03-04 17:32:22 | 87.88 | 98% |
| 48 | 2014-03-04 17:31:19 | 77.81 | 93% |