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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1326 | 2012-08-05 11:39:43 | 89.88 | 96% |
| 871 | 2012-07-19 15:04:42 | 73.19 | 90% |
| 619 | 2011-10-30 15:31:06 | 60.44 | 93% |
| 528 | 2011-10-11 14:25:24 | 53.76 | 91% |