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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 604 | 2011-09-17 09:04:05 | 55.47 | 91% |
| 542 | 2011-09-17 06:29:41 | 56.15 | 92% |