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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 483 | 2011-12-21 17:10:46 | 119.69 | 97% |
| 57 | 2011-07-24 23:26:16 | 111.21 | 95% |
| 44 | 2011-07-24 22:06:17 | 108.89 | 96% |