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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 639 | 2017-09-12 14:34:01 | 94.11 | 99% |
| 235 | 2014-11-23 17:30:01 | 89.61 | 97% |