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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 606 | 2015-04-17 18:08:34 | 105.88 | 97% |
| 190 | 2015-03-26 23:02:09 | 83.56 | 91% |