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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1754 | 2012-09-01 08:00:19 | 90.35 | 95% |
| 1579 | 2012-04-09 03:26:31 | 91.97 | 94% |
| 982 | 2011-01-15 08:05:14 | 79.11 | |
| 884 | 2010-12-02 02:39:59 | 89.20 |