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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1689 | 2011-12-08 14:27:45 | 76.44 | 96% |
| 1432 | 2011-09-27 12:51:26 | 71.85 | 94% |
| 876 | 2011-09-13 13:23:11 | 74.47 | 97% |
| 338 | 2011-08-23 15:25:27 | 62.96 | 92% |