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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1663 | 2012-06-02 15:32:05 | 61.69 | 94% |
| 1648 | 2011-12-01 15:28:29 | 69.92 | 94% |
| 1560 | 2011-10-23 05:13:54 | 66.80 | 94% |
| 1180 | 2010-09-24 08:16:17 | 59.53 | |
| 1123 | 2010-09-22 06:22:57 | 53.67 |