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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1625 | 2012-09-02 17:23:37 | 82.34 | 98% |
| 1163 | 2012-05-06 16:24:27 | 70.39 | 93% |
| 71 | 2012-02-18 20:58:34 | 67.17 | 95% |