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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 506 | 2011-07-28 04:27:09 | 97.48 | 94% |
| 377 | 2011-07-23 21:20:57 | 87.35 | 94% |
| 126 | 2011-07-02 22:15:03 | 92.61 | 97% |
| 104 | 2011-07-02 10:26:04 | 77.56 | 92% |