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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 251 | 2012-06-02 19:22:53 | 62.95 | 87% |
| 250 | 2012-06-02 19:21:28 | 60.32 | 86% |
| 175 | 2012-05-31 17:40:35 | 60.66 | 87% |