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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 596 | 2017-07-09 05:42:04 | 64.02 | 98% |
| 498 | 2017-02-18 07:48:25 | 53.31 | 95% |