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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1346 | 2012-11-30 16:14:26 | 64.18 | 97% |
| 918 | 2012-11-14 15:41:27 | 51.92 | 94% |
| 665 | 2012-11-07 19:05:18 | 51.72 | 94% |
| 566 | 2012-11-06 18:37:37 | 53.66 | 96% |
| 474 | 2012-11-05 17:43:40 | 50.69 | 97% |