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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 324 | 2017-10-19 18:28:20 | 107.10 | 98% |
| 210 | 2017-05-13 22:27:09 | 129.62 | 95% |