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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2170 | 2013-02-28 02:18:04 | 97.36 | 99% |
| 1458 | 2012-11-18 12:06:50 | 73.36 | 94% |
| 942 | 2012-10-19 22:28:31 | 67.90 | 92% |
| 813 | 2012-10-15 14:44:39 | 67.29 | 91% |
| 681 | 2012-10-11 03:24:18 | 76.13 | 99% |
| 170 | 2012-08-25 21:02:15 | 54.17 | 93% |