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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1370 | 2012-11-15 22:58:14 | 94.03 | 94% |
| 1109 | 2012-01-09 21:21:07 | 96.13 | 94% |
| 363 | 2011-04-22 19:04:44 | 90.90 | |
| 101 | 2010-08-24 18:28:54 | 93.68 |