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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 391 | 2016-11-08 20:52:32 | 97.68 | 99% |
| 327 | 2016-10-11 12:10:18 | 90.50 | 100% |