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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 538 | 2013-06-18 06:28:27 | 65.49 | 97% |
| 254 | 2013-06-16 12:32:29 | 59.21 | 96% |