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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 436 | 2013-03-17 18:26:18 | 54.41 | 96% |
| 27 | 2013-03-04 15:46:12 | 49.43 | 92% |