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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 857 | 2013-03-03 19:51:54 | 121.01 | 98% |
| 217 | 2013-02-03 20:46:06 | 104.23 | 95% |