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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2691 | 2011-06-20 22:23:02 | 80.52 | 92% |
| 2400 | 2011-06-13 11:16:06 | 74.56 | 94% |
| 1482 | 2011-05-18 12:53:47 | 92.55 | 95% |
| 786 | 2011-04-19 07:12:36 | 83.20 |