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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 540 | 2012-07-27 13:54:43 | 67.47 | 94% |
| 355 | 2012-03-28 13:35:12 | 54.38 | 94% |