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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 190 | 2015-07-19 22:01:55 | 83.92 | 93% |
| 75 | 2015-02-23 02:38:22 | 78.72 | 93% |