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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1616 | 2013-04-28 08:30:53 | 67.48 | 95% |
| 1327 | 2011-10-04 13:18:02 | 64.91 | 93% |
| 1110 | 2011-09-17 05:33:35 | 56.99 | 90% |
| 818 | 2011-08-25 02:22:59 | 50.70 | 89% |
| 762 | 2011-08-22 10:18:09 | 46.99 | 90% |