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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1186 | 2012-08-27 14:01:06 | 56.03 | 94% |
| 1153 | 2012-08-27 13:10:28 | 60.91 | 98% |
| 275 | 2012-06-15 16:34:05 | 43.01 | 95% |
| 254 | 2012-06-14 17:34:17 | 47.37 | 95% |