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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 584 | 2017-01-05 16:20:48 | 75.54 | 87% |
| 335 | 2016-12-12 23:53:00 | 85.93 | 90% |