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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 421 | 2016-08-27 19:45:29 | 67.93 | 95% |
| 290 | 2016-06-24 20:00:15 | 56.66 | 92% |