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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2261 | 2011-10-13 01:32:42 | 77.25 | 97% |
| 1557 | 2011-04-22 19:19:52 | 94.58 | |
| 1413 | 2011-03-23 02:48:56 | 83.60 |