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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 872 | 2015-10-27 23:02:01 | 89.25 | 94% |
| 592 | 2015-10-06 18:05:25 | 86.47 | 98% |