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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1627 | 2016-04-02 03:25:46 | 73.68 | 97% |
| 1109 | 2015-11-27 18:47:09 | 66.72 | 97% |