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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2418 | 2016-06-05 15:13:38 | 96.64 | 98% |
| 798 | 2010-06-16 16:05:31 | 57.87 | |
| 534 | 2010-06-09 10:11:04 | 73.00 |