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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 307 | 2016-08-01 11:53:07 | 72.07 | 98% |
| 130 | 2016-06-14 20:51:18 | 67.11 | 97% |