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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 175 | 2015-09-03 01:26:20 | 77.25 | 97% |
| 21 | 2014-12-03 08:23:44 | 66.73 | 98% |