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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1569 | 2017-09-02 21:40:34 | 58.09 | 95% |
| 1014 | 2017-06-19 18:53:04 | 44.55 | 94% |