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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3736 | 2014-01-11 06:35:48 | 63.25 | 94% |
| 3027 | 2013-12-01 11:10:10 | 59.40 | 91% |