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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 345 | 2016-07-09 19:15:07 | 80.89 | 93% |
| 115 | 2016-07-07 08:47:45 | 87.21 | 94% |