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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 825 | 2011-10-23 09:14:29 | 110.32 | 99% |
| 504 | 2011-10-03 01:24:05 | 106.61 | 97% |
| 251 | 2011-08-25 11:18:29 | 96.82 | 97% |