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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1444 | 2010-10-21 00:27:41 | 86.68 | |
| 1420 | 2010-10-05 02:22:52 | 73.54 | |
| 1367 | 2010-08-23 04:42:09 | 85.41 |