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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 352 | 2017-05-17 20:52:30 | 108.99 | 96% |
| 111 | 2017-05-12 12:10:45 | 117.37 | 97% |