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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 793 | 2016-06-24 00:59:20 | 104.90 | 96% |
| 413 | 2016-06-09 23:44:17 | 98.98 | 93% |