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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2215 | 2013-01-24 20:13:42 | 48.24 | 90% |
| 1744 | 2012-11-06 16:06:00 | 49.99 | 94% |