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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1529 | 2013-07-13 18:05:18 | 90.42 | 96% |
| 1209 | 2013-04-24 22:12:32 | 83.78 | 97% |
| 678 | 2012-07-05 17:00:43 | 64.13 | 96% |
| 482 | 2012-06-17 22:13:13 | 51.63 | 93% |