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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 249 | 2015-04-01 06:24:17 | 73.85 | 97% |
| 163 | 2015-03-07 08:53:51 | 65.80 | 94% |