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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 553 | 2012-07-18 08:55:52 | 97.73 | 94% |
| 535 | 2012-06-11 09:44:42 | 97.74 | 98% |