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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 301 | 2011-10-14 01:28:08 | 73.71 | 96% |
| 131 | 2011-08-04 12:23:08 | 77.27 | 97% |