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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 683 | 2015-07-09 20:12:14 | 80.09 | 95% |
| 593 | 2015-06-14 11:39:32 | 79.93 | 97% |