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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 529 | 2012-02-11 13:20:55 | 114.16 | 93% |
| 451 | 2012-02-02 13:58:08 | 145.74 | 95% |
| 422 | 2012-02-01 12:26:46 | 131.33 | 95% |
| 81 | 2011-03-19 15:05:15 | 136.36 | |
| 70 | 2011-03-19 14:53:50 | 101.09 |