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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2805 | 2011-09-24 05:05:26 | 67.08 | 93% |
| 1843 | 2011-07-11 09:48:01 | 69.66 | 94% |
| 630 | 2011-06-14 10:10:20 | 67.91 | 94% |
| 188 | 2011-06-02 07:53:18 | 66.12 | 97% |
| 95 | 2011-06-01 09:25:46 | 60.86 | 98% |