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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2772 | 2010-08-15 23:38:55 | 78.50 | |
| 2314 | 2010-07-17 21:42:02 | 73.09 | |
| 591 | 2010-06-19 23:31:31 | 70.80 | |
| 292 | 2010-06-19 15:07:17 | 71.32 |