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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 317 | 2017-02-21 21:27:04 | 53.21 | 86% |
| 91 | 2017-01-12 20:27:14 | 45.21 | 87% |