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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1458 | 2014-07-30 13:13:27 | 50.53 | 87% |
| 1338 | 2014-07-24 08:21:07 | 51.92 | 88% |