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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1723 | 2011-11-03 18:18:43 | 74.27 | 95% |
| 1307 | 2011-09-05 17:11:13 | 68.96 | 94% |
| 1003 | 2011-08-24 20:44:50 | 66.06 | 93% |
| 677 | 2011-08-06 00:46:39 | 63.76 | 95% |