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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 398 | 2015-03-28 02:10:54 | 100.79 | 94% |
| 345 | 2015-03-27 21:25:41 | 109.87 | 97% |