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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1153 | 2012-07-26 12:05:33 | 51.71 | 91% |
| 961 | 2012-07-07 11:20:27 | 52.31 | 93% |
| 694 | 2012-06-21 12:38:33 | 52.62 | 97% |