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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4119 | 2013-02-28 07:47:27 | 71.58 | 97% |
| 4016 | 2011-06-10 06:17:38 | 75.42 | 98% |
| 3841 | 2011-01-20 04:13:16 | 78.12 | |
| 3701 | 2010-12-07 04:38:15 | 73.98 | |
| 3433 | 2010-09-12 03:21:54 | 70.55 |