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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 443 | 2017-02-16 21:59:27 | 112.02 | 97% |
| 361 | 2016-08-25 18:21:14 | 106.09 | 97% |