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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 964 | 2012-04-04 12:39:08 | 66.81 | 90% |
| 445 | 2011-11-07 20:44:08 | 52.57 | 91% |
| 130 | 2011-08-04 09:18:35 | 49.26 | 87% |