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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 84 | 2016-01-29 02:58:00 | 55.33 | 98% |
| 25 | 2016-01-28 06:25:20 | 52.10 | 97% |