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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3863 | 2015-06-30 13:35:14 | 75.51 | 94% |
| 3694 | 2015-06-09 20:33:23 | 70.55 | 93% |