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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 216 | 2012-10-03 05:53:59 | 116.14 | 97% |
| 173 | 2012-10-03 02:56:27 | 115.16 | 98% |