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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1435 | 2010-06-15 09:36:33 | 105.40 | |
| 1397 | 2010-06-13 14:38:57 | 106.48 | |
| 1357 | 2010-06-11 08:31:43 | 117.13 |