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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 290 | 2013-01-18 16:38:25 | 94.52 | 99% |
| 236 | 2013-01-16 20:03:23 | 96.36 | 98% |
| 109 | 2013-01-10 22:10:02 | 93.47 | 100% |