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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1926 | 2013-03-19 03:02:56 | 73.20 | 93% |
| 1299 | 2013-02-18 03:47:38 | 67.56 | 94% |
| 1273 | 2013-02-16 21:15:05 | 75.15 | 92% |
| 1132 | 2013-02-06 19:48:20 | 68.99 | 92% |
| 1052 | 2013-02-02 18:47:37 | 70.93 | 91% |