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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1036 | 2011-09-26 08:45:57 | 44.83 | 94% |
| 923 | 2011-04-22 09:06:36 | 47.48 | |
| 599 | 2010-12-27 07:25:26 | 43.99 |