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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 810 | 2014-12-28 11:15:39 | 69.30 | 93% |
| 472 | 2014-05-15 19:13:43 | 46.50 | 93% |