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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 407 | 2014-06-07 22:31:00 | 53.15 | 97% |
| 326 | 2014-03-17 23:26:05 | 46.96 | 92% |