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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1519 | 2011-11-23 07:25:06 | 73.00 | 99% |
| 942 | 2011-11-17 15:19:02 | 56.93 | 99% |
| 750 | 2011-11-15 16:45:31 | 59.93 | 97% |
| 545 | 2011-11-04 04:28:54 | 57.60 | 94% |