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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 784 | 2011-01-02 04:54:28 | 65.09 | |
| 653 | 2010-12-31 07:26:10 | 61.18 | |
| 415 | 2010-12-17 02:58:45 | 53.93 | |
| 387 | 2010-12-17 02:13:09 | 54.97 |