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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 140 | 2014-10-05 08:16:02 | 54.83 | 95% |
| 80 | 2014-09-23 04:16:26 | 51.81 | 98% |