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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 698 | 2011-06-20 15:50:58 | 72.25 | 93% |
| 249 | 2011-05-24 02:30:49 | 65.45 | 95% |
| 102 | 2011-05-18 11:01:35 | 60.17 | 94% |