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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 704 | 2017-02-01 12:34:51 | 106.92 | 97% |
| 174 | 2016-01-30 14:36:45 | 100.34 | 99% |