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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1491 | 2013-10-25 17:14:36 | 77.21 | 98% |
| 1134 | 2013-09-19 12:55:14 | 66.74 | 94% |