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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 457 | 2014-01-06 12:15:59 | 111.08 | 98% |
| 98 | 2013-12-10 12:47:56 | 97.23 | 94% |