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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 784 | 2015-07-16 07:50:35 | 86.41 | 92% |
| 670 | 2015-07-11 21:40:54 | 104.59 | 98% |