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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 216 | 2013-02-13 13:05:02 | 102.22 | 91% |
| 175 | 2013-02-11 17:22:06 | 98.54 | 92% |
| 156 | 2013-02-07 13:01:16 | 98.69 | 97% |