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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 305 | 2011-03-11 02:17:42 | 116.74 | |
| 283 | 2011-03-07 10:06:02 | 109.42 | |
| 53 | 2011-01-09 07:00:32 | 113.78 |