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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 802 | 2016-12-30 18:17:21 | 47.56 | 95% |
| 609 | 2016-11-28 18:50:18 | 53.08 | 97% |