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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 211 | 2012-02-04 09:25:47 | 70.02 | 97% |
| 73 | 2012-01-16 14:52:58 | 65.81 | 95% |