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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 452 | 2016-05-25 06:50:23 | 124.20 | 97% |
| 305 | 2012-07-05 12:32:55 | 92.60 | 85% |