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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 242 | 2016-10-31 15:03:39 | 77.62 | 98% |
| 7 | 2016-06-10 17:15:09 | 70.83 | 98% |