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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1690 | 2011-01-03 18:23:46 | 79.86 | |
| 1269 | 2010-12-31 14:15:36 | 78.29 | |
| 40 | 2010-12-16 10:15:43 | 70.45 |