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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1132 | 2016-11-03 18:56:04 | 73.33 | 94% |
| 847 | 2013-07-21 07:24:21 | 49.99 | 90% |
| 676 | 2013-07-11 10:30:07 | 46.56 | 92% |