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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3161 | 2012-04-23 14:21:18 | 64.03 | 96% |
| 3087 | 2012-04-22 06:55:52 | 62.20 | 92% |
| 2765 | 2012-04-19 05:07:23 | 62.90 | 94% |
| 1602 | 2012-04-06 17:04:45 | 49.15 | 89% |
| 1392 | 2012-04-02 12:58:27 | 59.02 | 96% |