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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1775 | 2011-11-24 20:35:47 | 66.97 | 91% |
| 1509 | 2011-11-15 20:20:14 | 67.57 | 94% |