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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3458 | 2018-11-06 14:24:39 | 61.10 | 97% |
| 1820 | 2017-07-26 15:57:46 | 58.63 | 97% |
| 623 | 2017-06-05 14:00:57 | 50.64 | 97% |