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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 772 | 2011-12-05 10:23:13 | 106.05 | 96% |
| 575 | 2011-11-30 00:35:18 | 121.13 | 98% |