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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2247 | 2012-07-09 13:54:30 | 69.51 | 94% |
| 1437 | 2012-05-20 08:44:43 | 61.33 | 88% |
| 1426 | 2012-05-20 06:39:13 | 62.53 | 92% |
| 942 | 2012-03-14 13:55:17 | 75.02 | 98% |