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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 181 | 2013-07-20 18:19:51 | 140.82 | 96% |
| 136 | 2013-07-20 07:04:50 | 128.33 | 97% |