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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 525 | 2013-06-09 05:05:59 | 112.08 | 95% |
| 303 | 2012-04-26 12:59:36 | 83.12 | 93% |
| 282 | 2012-04-24 11:24:16 | 87.98 | 94% |
| 185 | 2012-04-09 10:32:37 | 93.41 | 95% |
| 15 | 2012-03-21 11:08:10 | 72.24 | 88% |