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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 345 | 2016-01-03 09:35:59 | 102.79 | 94% |
| 83 | 2015-12-08 03:18:24 | 88.84 | 90% |