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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 955 | 2012-07-31 12:08:45 | 85.65 | 97% |
| 764 | 2011-09-14 07:44:11 | 71.70 | 98% |