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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2105 | 2014-09-07 13:50:33 | 45.45 | 85% |
| 2070 | 2014-09-06 15:30:09 | 47.43 | 86% |