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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 632 | 2016-06-30 00:25:30 | 105.93 | 97% |
| 183 | 2016-01-02 01:46:28 | 116.06 | 99% |