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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2142 | 2011-05-21 15:51:07 | 66.47 | 94% |
| 1232 | 2011-01-11 04:01:37 | 59.93 | |
| 181 | 2010-12-13 15:39:05 | 52.48 |