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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1663 | 2011-11-24 13:11:25 | 75.33 | 97% |
| 1473 | 2011-10-14 15:55:43 | 72.60 | 94% |
| 786 | 2011-08-24 15:26:16 | 69.44 | 96% |