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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 164 | 2015-09-12 14:51:29 | 90.18 | 92% |
| 107 | 2015-09-12 11:29:27 | 102.10 | 93% |