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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 174 | 2017-12-06 18:01:27 | 125.76 | 99% |
| 68 | 2016-07-17 15:08:10 | 147.56 | 97% |