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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2399 | 2015-05-02 22:45:48 | 88.44 | 98% |
| 1725 | 2010-10-26 21:17:46 | 79.37 | |
| 1695 | 2010-10-16 20:39:44 | 82.51 | |
| 1623 | 2010-10-12 19:37:53 | 79.59 |