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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 817 | 2015-02-03 00:01:28 | 94.02 | 90% |
| 573 | 2014-10-22 15:34:20 | 97.37 | 92% |