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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 10718 | 2017-09-19 13:31:43 | 67.11 | 97% |
| 6678 | 2017-06-27 18:43:02 | 51.41 | 96% |