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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 636 | 2015-03-28 13:17:37 | 44.35 | 80% |
| 542 | 2015-03-26 09:47:08 | 49.67 | 83% |