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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 332 | 2013-06-08 06:04:21 | 111.32 | 96% |
| 126 | 2013-04-03 23:39:23 | 93.81 | 88% |
| 121 | 2013-04-03 23:28:06 | 101.64 | 94% |
| 5 | 2013-03-31 22:24:26 | 94.13 | 92% |