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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 954 | 2011-10-23 01:24:15 | 63.56 | 95% |
| 370 | 2011-08-10 01:07:58 | 64.20 | 97% |
| 351 | 2011-08-09 19:28:30 | 61.26 | 96% |