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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1443 | 2011-04-03 00:30:47 | 57.70 | |
| 1069 | 2010-06-15 01:14:11 | 56.76 | |
| 904 | 2010-06-10 09:30:32 | 53.11 | |
| 759 | 2010-06-09 09:27:32 | 63.95 |