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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1728 | 2016-11-16 23:36:19 | 134.99 | 94% |
| 1436 | 2016-11-07 14:27:29 | 122.16 | 97% |