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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1185 | 2016-10-24 22:08:13 | 85.03 | 97% |
| 1152 | 2016-10-24 08:10:08 | 81.29 | 94% |