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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 275 | 2015-02-28 23:06:27 | 70.39 | 89% |
| 71 | 2015-02-26 11:47:41 | 74.10 | 91% |