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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2093 | 2017-04-18 22:49:55 | 50.82 | 90% |
| 1552 | 2016-09-15 21:20:24 | 53.15 | 94% |