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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 285 | 2011-04-08 19:15:53 | 120.62 | |
| 283 | 2011-04-08 19:14:11 | 131.20 | |
| 259 | 2011-04-05 16:13:06 | 68.12 |