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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2081 | 2013-08-30 03:00:22 | 56.14 | 93% |
| 1934 | 2012-12-28 08:41:16 | 54.30 | 92% |
| 1670 | 2012-05-06 14:19:38 | 53.61 | 96% |
| 829 | 2011-09-07 00:40:24 | 46.56 | 90% |