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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 932 | 2011-10-30 02:31:56 | 56.51 | 91% |
| 919 | 2011-10-30 02:11:38 | 55.21 | 90% |
| 889 | 2011-10-27 03:55:40 | 54.19 | 94% |
| 874 | 2011-10-27 03:27:32 | 50.16 | 91% |
| 456 | 2011-10-24 23:43:20 | 47.53 | 91% |