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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1112 | 2012-02-21 22:44:14 | 58.77 | 89% |
| 612 | 2012-02-05 00:33:45 | 63.15 | 91% |
| 530 | 2012-02-03 00:43:48 | 55.65 | 88% |
| 506 | 2012-02-02 09:09:20 | 57.55 | 95% |