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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1254 | 2011-11-14 17:14:00 | 42.22 | 77% |
| 1097 | 2011-01-13 18:53:21 | 43.22 | |
| 716 | 2011-01-04 18:18:23 | 39.48 |