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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 275 | 2014-12-24 13:39:36 | 78.35 | 94% |
| 222 | 2014-12-19 11:24:21 | 83.36 | 94% |