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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 610 | 2011-11-21 14:42:02 | 82.78 | 97% |
| 336 | 2011-11-19 08:15:57 | 82.58 | 99% |