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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 472 | 2013-11-30 04:46:43 | 138.90 | 99% |
| 109 | 2013-09-11 18:58:43 | 130.79 | 97% |