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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 958 | 2015-05-01 16:33:08 | 104.03 | 98% |
| 182 | 2014-01-12 01:52:27 | 77.59 | 87% |