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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2321 | 2017-07-09 22:49:19 | 84.53 | 96% |
| 1528 | 2016-01-02 16:30:59 | 80.60 | 94% |