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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 442 | 2014-05-17 03:06:42 | 139.02 | 100% |
| 321 | 2014-05-11 01:42:53 | 140.68 | 98% |