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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 394 | 2014-03-23 18:16:26 | 58.39 | 95% |
| 108 | 2014-02-03 14:40:15 | 58.43 | 97% |