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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 947 | 2014-12-13 15:18:46 | 52.96 | 96% |
| 340 | 2014-11-12 09:51:52 | 42.50 | 95% |