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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 507 | 2012-02-24 22:15:22 | 76.64 | 94% |
| 213 | 2011-12-29 13:24:13 | 78.16 | 95% |
| 113 | 2011-12-16 12:03:45 | 74.59 | 94% |
| 110 | 2011-12-15 22:48:50 | 71.47 | 96% |