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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 183 | 2016-10-24 07:47:56 | 58.75 | 89% |
| 22 | 2015-11-19 08:35:53 | 40.71 | 85% |