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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 326 | 2014-05-24 23:32:32 | 60.44 | 96% |
| 64 | 2014-05-23 21:46:06 | 52.27 | 93% |