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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 910 | 2012-03-19 04:12:50 | 141.21 | 94% |
| 355 | 2012-01-05 07:24:57 | 151.49 | 100% |
| 165 | 2011-12-25 18:21:46 | 118.10 | 90% |
| 150 | 2011-12-25 08:46:51 | 149.78 | 98% |