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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 356 | 2010-09-17 19:47:31 | 59.23 | |
| 284 | 2010-09-17 01:48:23 | 46.82 | |
| 269 | 2010-09-17 01:24:27 | 53.73 |