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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1639 | 2012-01-03 17:21:07 | 60.46 | 88% |
| 1156 | 2011-12-20 19:09:12 | 56.10 | 90% |
| 1137 | 2011-12-20 18:02:28 | 57.99 | 88% |
| 1136 | 2011-12-20 18:00:37 | 62.71 | 91% |
| 158 | 2011-11-18 21:29:08 | 63.14 | 92% |