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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 965 | 2011-03-10 22:39:58 | 50.39 | |
| 719 | 2011-03-07 09:21:43 | 54.59 | |
| 302 | 2011-02-26 03:23:21 | 43.22 | |
| 240 | 2011-02-24 02:24:04 | 48.90 |