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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1282 | 2015-11-12 19:15:52 | 129.33 | 100% |
| 1052 | 2015-04-23 15:45:22 | 116.28 | 96% |