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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1039 | 2012-01-16 05:10:51 | 82.95 | 94% |
| 1013 | 2012-01-16 00:51:39 | 78.87 | 93% |
| 1009 | 2012-01-16 00:46:13 | 80.05 | 93% |