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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 174 | 2015-05-30 05:42:50 | 58.71 | 92% |
| 57 | 2015-04-06 02:46:35 | 59.83 | 90% |