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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 902 | 2016-09-08 16:44:31 | 137.91 | 100% |
| 201 | 2013-07-22 12:48:20 | 94.90 | 93% |