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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 910 | 2011-09-28 13:33:21 | 58.52 | 93% |
| 854 | 2011-09-26 19:25:56 | 59.35 | 91% |
| 520 | 2011-09-15 13:30:37 | 52.96 | 89% |
| 401 | 2011-09-11 08:30:42 | 62.89 | 95% |
| 325 | 2011-09-07 11:28:24 | 58.06 | 96% |