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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2451 | 2012-09-15 07:03:55 | 58.37 | 98% |
| 2026 | 2012-06-17 06:32:59 | 54.39 | 97% |
| 1943 | 2012-06-16 11:34:20 | 54.43 | 96% |
| 570 | 2012-06-02 18:05:26 | 44.05 | 93% |