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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4227 | 2015-09-14 14:20:10 | 89.88 | 99% |
| 4169 | 2015-07-20 20:10:44 | 57.09 | 94% |
| 2602 | 2011-02-16 00:32:39 | 71.97 | |
| 2110 | 2011-02-03 16:50:44 | 76.06 | |
| 1724 | 2010-10-18 18:01:04 | 65.50 |