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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1791 | 2015-11-29 20:48:53 | 93.15 | 95% |
| 1458 | 2015-09-30 13:36:48 | 83.47 | 94% |