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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1770 | 2012-06-23 17:37:20 | 62.33 | 98% |
| 1260 | 2012-05-28 19:44:50 | 54.69 | 97% |
| 413 | 2012-04-20 03:19:23 | 45.65 | 96% |