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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 608 | 2012-08-05 01:26:09 | 107.01 | 93% |
| 295 | 2012-05-07 03:08:35 | 108.86 | 98% |
| 274 | 2012-05-06 13:42:13 | 110.23 | 95% |
| 127 | 2012-01-06 00:43:27 | 98.94 | 96% |