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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1189 | 2012-11-19 17:12:31 | 107.58 | 96% |
| 629 | 2012-06-19 19:20:16 | 90.91 | 92% |
| 468 | 2012-06-05 04:31:36 | 92.97 | 93% |
| 358 | 2012-04-25 21:07:32 | 102.40 | 96% |
| 195 | 2012-01-01 22:57:41 | 99.28 | 95% |
| 90 | 2011-12-28 18:33:51 | 92.70 | 94% |