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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3094 | 2012-03-07 02:24:47 | 45.01 | 93% |
| 2980 | 2012-03-02 00:48:48 | 46.26 | 94% |
| 2691 | 2012-01-19 11:35:10 | 46.20 | 95% |
| 1335 | 2011-06-11 10:54:52 | 37.49 | 95% |
| 1103 | 2011-05-29 12:18:08 | 35.27 | 92% |