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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 951 | 2016-09-10 16:43:00 | 65.76 | 92% |
| 429 | 2016-08-14 13:11:30 | 53.82 | 93% |