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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 948 | 2011-05-02 17:59:36 | 137.24 | |
| 714 | 2011-04-08 18:31:43 | 95.03 | |
| 554 | 2011-04-05 16:12:43 | 108.54 |