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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 286 | 2014-03-17 19:05:00 | 64.96 | 96% |
| 131 | 2013-09-21 18:52:34 | 56.57 | 91% |