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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1205 | 2012-05-11 11:18:56 | 49.84 | 88% |
| 618 | 2012-02-20 09:22:51 | 55.73 | 93% |
| 203 | 2012-01-05 03:59:45 | 33.01 | 86% |