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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 644 | 2016-11-07 06:22:41 | 80.67 | 94% |
| 94 | 2016-10-01 08:13:13 | 66.79 | 93% |