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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1017 | 2011-06-22 15:08:14 | 78.55 | 93% |
| 608 | 2011-03-28 07:49:02 | 66.14 | |
| 380 | 2011-03-14 03:13:02 | 111.37 |