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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 756 | 2017-05-15 19:58:14 | 83.84 | 99% |
| 107 | 2016-02-09 17:08:04 | 67.45 | 95% |