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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2392 | 2011-10-04 19:39:33 | 64.50 | 99% |
| 1614 | 2011-07-15 00:59:24 | 49.89 | 90% |
| 1580 | 2011-07-12 02:08:03 | 49.93 | 93% |
| 1315 | 2011-06-28 02:00:11 | 51.60 | 95% |
| 563 | 2011-02-06 23:53:52 | 50.98 | |
| 115 | 2010-06-11 00:17:14 | 41.69 |