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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1550 | 2012-06-29 15:05:13 | 91.34 | 98% |
| 1501 | 2012-06-28 19:26:01 | 78.88 | 95% |
| 721 | 2012-03-30 16:54:51 | 73.76 | 98% |
| 431 | 2012-03-27 14:56:20 | 62.20 | 93% |
| 48 | 2012-03-24 01:25:10 | 60.88 | 96% |