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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1202 | 2012-04-27 21:47:49 | 83.88 | 96% |
| 1148 | 2012-04-12 20:56:32 | 72.27 | 93% |
| 982 | 2011-10-15 22:29:56 | 72.71 | 89% |
| 896 | 2011-05-11 19:42:40 | 57.94 | 93% |