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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 83 | 2013-03-05 23:05:14 | 120.65 | 95% |
| 59 | 2013-02-05 22:46:25 | 120.36 | 92% |