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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 214 | 2015-02-03 19:23:13 | 76.59 | 94% |
| 63 | 2014-03-03 17:12:44 | 62.73 | 94% |