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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 453 | 2012-01-19 08:31:09 | 88.91 | 91% |
| 447 | 2012-01-13 12:30:35 | 94.80 | 94% |
| 253 | 2011-09-17 12:29:28 | 74.81 | 93% |