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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 996 | 2016-05-12 20:12:46 | 78.99 | 91% |
| 133 | 2014-04-09 01:25:00 | 61.08 | 94% |