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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 349 | 2016-09-30 19:55:28 | 70.35 | 95% |
| 252 | 2016-09-17 18:04:30 | 68.19 | 90% |