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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 825 | 2015-08-27 15:15:09 | 69.47 | 94% |
| 578 | 2015-08-17 17:20:43 | 67.05 | 94% |