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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 536 | 2011-07-26 12:11:36 | 55.30 | 99% |
| 219 | 2011-06-28 13:42:24 | 55.43 | 100% |