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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 444 | 2016-02-23 03:56:16 | 136.19 | 94% |
| 363 | 2016-02-21 06:46:48 | 144.68 | 96% |