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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 781 | 2017-07-07 16:22:16 | 73.06 | 98% |
| 444 | 2017-05-14 10:33:17 | 68.24 | 97% |