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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 631 | 2012-05-06 14:14:45 | 78.39 | 97% |
| 570 | 2011-09-01 02:09:09 | 61.94 | 94% |