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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 772 | 2012-07-13 13:06:26 | 60.32 | 94% |
| 550 | 2012-06-25 18:53:57 | 59.47 | 95% |
| 105 | 2011-10-28 14:56:50 | 45.71 | 89% |