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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 435 | 2011-08-03 15:27:02 | 94.63 | 94% |
| 53 | 2011-05-04 18:13:38 | 81.19 | 99% |