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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 450 | 2017-12-14 20:43:49 | 72.61 | 95% |
| 139 | 2017-03-29 14:28:59 | 93.98 | 98% |