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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2867 | 2017-09-13 11:08:24 | 63.50 | 97% |
| 1250 | 2017-01-03 08:12:54 | 56.53 | 94% |