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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 427 | 2015-04-26 19:22:17 | 83.93 | 96% |
| 208 | 2015-04-17 22:53:42 | 77.28 | 94% |