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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 263 | 2014-04-20 18:41:48 | 93.66 | 99% |
| 122 | 2013-05-02 13:51:25 | 98.78 | 100% |