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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1637 | 2012-02-02 19:31:45 | 59.91 | 96% |
| 1607 | 2012-02-01 19:19:05 | 66.04 | 92% |
| 1264 | 2012-01-23 00:28:44 | 73.14 | 98% |
| 775 | 2011-11-08 18:42:02 | 57.33 | 95% |