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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 971 | 2011-07-16 05:11:08 | 106.23 | 94% |
| 883 | 2011-06-20 09:24:28 | 114.07 | 90% |
| 831 | 2011-06-18 21:40:34 | 110.95 | 93% |
| 577 | 2011-06-15 03:23:50 | 120.40 | 95% |