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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1802 | 2013-11-21 16:34:28 | 64.63 | 97% |
| 1182 | 2013-02-13 23:34:01 | 58.28 | 96% |
| 1046 | 2013-01-17 09:50:12 | 63.12 | 97% |
| 970 | 2013-01-08 13:32:42 | 56.18 | 95% |
| 701 | 2011-12-12 18:25:09 | 56.73 | 99% |
| 627 | 2011-12-10 06:22:16 | 51.30 | 98% |