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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1264 | 2011-04-08 01:21:16 | 54.36 | |
| 1182 | 2011-04-05 10:06:35 | 55.78 | |
| 583 | 2011-02-08 10:45:13 | 59.90 | |
| 163 | 2011-01-13 11:36:24 | 53.72 | |
| 154 | 2011-01-13 11:21:38 | 57.81 |