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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 67 | 2015-04-11 23:06:26 | 64.86 | 94% |
| 6 | 2015-03-19 05:14:02 | 51.86 | 89% |