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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1809 | 2012-09-23 19:04:39 | 54.42 | 90% |
| 1378 | 2012-07-08 23:30:41 | 41.40 | 88% |
| 886 | 2012-05-31 00:34:44 | 46.59 | 91% |
| 794 | 2012-05-26 17:52:44 | 42.91 | 89% |