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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 436 | 2015-12-31 15:01:52 | 82.44 | 97% |
| 371 | 2015-10-05 12:29:35 | 76.73 | 94% |