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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 583 | 2016-12-22 06:36:54 | 93.62 | 97% |
| 345 | 2016-08-26 12:44:20 | 88.84 | 97% |