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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1137 | 2012-04-28 17:14:44 | 52.70 | 87% |
| 1102 | 2012-04-26 16:32:38 | 53.15 | 88% |
| 1068 | 2012-04-19 13:57:01 | 57.79 | 93% |