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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1526 | 2012-11-17 01:44:04 | 94.43 | 98% |
| 994 | 2012-11-06 08:03:00 | 95.96 | 99% |
| 623 | 2012-10-26 23:47:22 | 85.14 | 97% |
| 425 | 2012-10-25 16:52:32 | 91.56 | 99% |