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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 394 | 2013-10-30 20:02:31 | 81.25 | 94% |
| 57 | 2013-10-27 20:45:46 | 83.75 | 92% |