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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1324 | 2016-12-13 04:44:29 | 88.87 | 94% |
| 288 | 2013-11-29 16:07:31 | 63.35 | 90% |
| 273 | 2013-11-29 09:27:46 | 68.26 | 93% |
| 115 | 2013-11-20 15:26:24 | 72.12 | 95% |