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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3405 | 2016-03-12 22:19:46 | 66.48 | 98% |
| 2756 | 2015-07-21 00:12:53 | 58.89 | 95% |