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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 232 | 2017-01-31 13:52:06 | 54.01 | 93% |
| 164 | 2017-01-23 13:15:19 | 53.03 | 93% |