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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 528 | 2017-01-02 01:49:59 | 73.50 | 94% |
| 424 | 2016-11-28 12:36:00 | 76.58 | 94% |