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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 87 | 2014-06-24 10:26:13 | 70.16 | 90% |
| 46 | 2014-06-06 05:55:24 | 73.87 | 95% |
| 10 | 2013-03-11 10:12:37 | 51.57 | 87% |