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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 778 | 2016-01-17 17:30:00 | 62.91 | 91% |
| 83 | 2016-01-04 10:43:54 | 40.01 | 94% |