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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 812 | 2017-09-25 18:20:08 | 66.81 | 97% |
| 200 | 2017-06-12 19:57:49 | 61.18 | 98% |