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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1585 | 2012-04-25 21:38:31 | 81.36 | 87% |
| 1320 | 2012-04-06 17:15:31 | 94.18 | 94% |
| 1295 | 2012-04-05 20:04:58 | 78.71 | 87% |
| 769 | 2011-01-26 04:53:57 | 53.91 |