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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 514 | 2011-02-06 13:46:17 | 42.84 | |
| 286 | 2011-02-01 05:29:32 | 45.97 | |
| 90 | 2011-01-24 13:32:46 | 41.76 |