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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 797 | 2017-10-25 23:10:43 | 57.45 | 95% |
| 760 | 2017-09-14 02:42:13 | 55.34 | 96% |