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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 12318 | 2013-09-22 12:06:12 | 90.11 | 95% |
| 10715 | 2012-02-17 06:04:40 | 69.88 | 88% |