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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4095 | 2012-05-23 03:17:10 | 105.35 | 98% |
| 2569 | 2011-04-16 01:43:26 | 84.05 | |
| 2551 | 2011-04-16 01:24:49 | 88.58 | |
| 2189 | 2011-04-12 22:07:55 | 85.65 | |
| 1277 | 2011-03-15 02:17:00 | 75.17 |