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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 978 | 2011-02-16 12:16:08 | 56.82 | |
| 672 | 2011-02-12 10:31:37 | 56.67 | |
| 100 | 2011-01-24 17:23:48 | 45.43 |