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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 724 | 2017-08-26 03:57:56 | 71.43 | 95% |
| 463 | 2017-07-19 09:54:40 | 75.59 | 96% |