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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 485 | 2012-03-12 20:34:17 | 59.72 | 97% |
| 160 | 2011-09-25 14:40:31 | 57.98 | 98% |