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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 334 | 2012-06-18 04:52:38 | 43.55 | 92% |
| 194 | 2012-05-30 15:54:26 | 45.40 | 92% |
| 46 | 2012-05-17 08:37:34 | 42.71 | 94% |