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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 349 | 2012-06-13 22:51:44 | 71.59 | 96% |
| 232 | 2010-12-01 00:25:01 | 79.47 | |
| 151 | 2010-11-23 22:56:17 | 75.11 |