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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 259 | 2012-03-05 19:43:02 | 80.38 | 96% |
| 83 | 2011-12-28 22:15:12 | 77.13 | 96% |