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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1416 | 2016-12-01 17:36:18 | 52.03 | 87% |
| 1071 | 2016-11-23 20:15:41 | 51.04 | 86% |