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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 85 | 2013-04-09 20:01:50 | 105.91 | 95% |
| 29 | 2011-12-10 20:14:29 | 105.03 | 96% |