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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2336 | 2014-09-15 20:06:38 | 72.19 | 91% |
| 1884 | 2014-08-31 18:08:33 | 78.01 | 94% |