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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 291 | 2016-11-10 04:06:46 | 96.90 | 95% |
| 192 | 2016-08-15 00:42:21 | 101.30 | 95% |