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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2988 | 2011-12-10 07:56:46 | 84.05 | 94% |
| 2791 | 2011-09-18 19:32:07 | 90.77 | 96% |
| 2606 | 2011-05-30 04:06:29 | 95.79 | 96% |
| 2211 | 2010-11-04 03:51:23 | 85.18 |