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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 592 | 2016-08-16 05:11:41 | 82.38 | 95% |
| 509 | 2015-03-15 06:47:43 | 65.34 | 91% |