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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 309 | 2011-05-25 13:37:26 | 61.77 | 96% |
| 294 | 2011-05-25 12:28:12 | 60.83 | 95% |
| 195 | 2011-05-18 11:58:57 | 60.85 | 95% |
| 34 | 2011-05-13 06:10:17 | 55.19 | 96% |