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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2015 | 2011-11-11 21:10:27 | 74.62 | 95% |
| 1830 | 2011-05-01 00:54:39 | 59.78 | |
| 1275 | 2010-06-14 03:02:03 | 72.72 | |
| 1173 | 2010-06-06 07:15:18 | 60.26 |