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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 801 | 2011-01-03 16:02:37 | 77.45 | |
| 759 | 2011-01-03 14:57:49 | 76.02 | |
| 541 | 2010-12-26 15:13:07 | 68.82 | |
| 174 | 2010-12-08 22:12:54 | 54.04 |