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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1118 | 2012-10-31 13:25:57 | 52.73 | 98% |
| 1025 | 2012-09-02 17:31:57 | 52.53 | 95% |
| 713 | 2012-03-28 12:45:05 | 46.56 | 93% |
| 340 | 2012-02-28 08:02:39 | 32.08 | 94% |
| 215 | 2012-02-20 21:38:53 | 38.58 | 90% |