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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1851 | 2016-12-19 19:24:42 | 62.60 | 94% |
| 1155 | 2016-11-18 21:46:21 | 54.22 | 93% |