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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 22 | 2015-03-19 07:18:24 | 141.72 | 99% |
| 14 | 2013-07-11 04:13:36 | 112.49 | 95% |