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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 622 | 2016-10-25 17:40:51 | 70.07 | 93% |
| 273 | 2016-01-05 18:24:43 | 85.05 | 97% |