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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1103 | 2010-09-27 12:42:19 | 65.82 | |
| 976 | 2010-07-06 10:06:38 | 63.97 | |
| 958 | 2010-07-06 05:02:54 | 67.49 |