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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1601 | 2012-02-11 19:33:16 | 81.82 | 97% |
| 1210 | 2011-07-27 17:07:56 | 77.15 | 98% |
| 409 | 2011-04-17 22:33:25 | 66.51 |