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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 283 | 2013-07-01 18:43:19 | 98.68 | 95% |
| 267 | 2013-05-21 17:43:22 | 94.60 | 96% |
| 140 | 2012-12-10 23:06:52 | 67.39 | 92% |
| 112 | 2012-12-08 21:46:45 | 65.52 | 95% |