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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 968 | 2014-12-22 18:52:56 | 50.06 | 88% |
| 397 | 2014-11-24 19:02:52 | 51.36 | 95% |