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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 819 | 2016-01-05 12:34:57 | 78.24 | 97% |
| 37 | 2014-05-22 13:45:35 | 70.81 | 95% |