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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 91 | 2011-02-08 03:55:19 | 97.76 | |
| 76 | 2011-01-09 02:33:59 | 102.16 | |
| 47 | 2011-01-06 04:24:04 | 109.16 |