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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 680 | 2013-02-26 22:03:16 | 94.54 | 97% |
| 611 | 2012-02-23 17:47:39 | 97.55 | 98% |