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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1045 | 2013-04-08 17:57:03 | 63.18 | 92% |
| 771 | 2012-11-12 20:52:02 | 64.01 | 93% |
| 761 | 2012-11-07 19:05:05 | 61.13 | 90% |
| 699 | 2012-10-31 18:25:31 | 66.27 | 94% |
| 540 | 2012-09-26 17:27:24 | 63.07 | 93% |
| 535 | 2012-09-24 16:51:46 | 64.17 | 93% |
| 387 | 2012-08-21 15:21:09 | 60.74 | 91% |
| 208 | 2012-02-08 14:50:59 | 59.11 | 95% |