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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 303 | 2015-07-17 20:33:05 | 98.23 | 94% |
| 160 | 2015-07-16 21:48:11 | 92.70 | 90% |