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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 496 | 2014-01-17 16:44:53 | 125.37 | 94% |
| 108 | 2013-12-05 00:03:57 | 127.83 | 94% |