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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 92 | 2014-01-07 18:52:35 | 98.59 | 96% |
| 36 | 2014-01-02 17:37:07 | 87.26 | 97% |