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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 646 | 2015-11-13 18:15:14 | 86.56 | 95% |
| 144 | 2015-01-02 00:57:04 | 83.37 | 94% |