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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 909 | 2015-04-10 02:37:50 | 98.04 | 100% |
| 489 | 2015-01-23 20:08:28 | 71.24 | 99% |