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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1241 | 2011-10-05 19:08:50 | 62.45 | 93% |
| 1213 | 2011-10-05 14:43:14 | 59.76 | 94% |
| 752 | 2010-06-05 19:44:47 | 52.99 |