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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2266 | 2012-12-03 04:19:20 | 53.24 | 87% |
| 2185 | 2012-10-31 20:39:34 | 56.41 | 90% |
| 1730 | 2012-08-14 15:51:07 | 58.83 | 94% |
| 1361 | 2012-07-22 03:44:40 | 51.67 | 91% |
| 1327 | 2012-07-21 04:35:29 | 53.32 | 88% |
| 214 | 2011-08-20 19:52:29 | 48.27 | 90% |