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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2994 | 2016-07-24 04:06:35 | 67.68 | 93% |
| 1461 | 2016-03-01 09:15:59 | 49.81 | 93% |