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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1571 | 2013-02-25 11:41:30 | 89.21 | 99% |
| 1443 | 2013-01-25 08:51:48 | 67.32 | 92% |
| 784 | 2012-12-31 10:14:13 | 66.59 | 93% |
| 98 | 2012-11-27 10:03:44 | 49.14 | 87% |