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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 442 | 2017-06-07 05:06:12 | 90.36 | 97% |
| 434 | 2017-06-05 23:17:25 | 87.38 | 97% |