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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1627 | 2017-03-27 13:50:36 | 53.09 | 93% |
| 1209 | 2016-07-09 10:48:05 | 50.85 | 94% |