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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 112 | 2017-03-03 23:22:11 | 108.37 | 95% |
| 99 | 2016-10-15 20:46:24 | 126.14 | 96% |