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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1103 | 2013-11-15 08:04:46 | 62.62 | 95% |
| 591 | 2012-07-03 06:07:34 | 63.25 | 88% |
| 568 | 2012-07-02 07:37:31 | 70.66 | 92% |
| 386 | 2012-06-20 01:22:15 | 66.75 | 93% |
| 137 | 2012-05-25 04:40:05 | 62.11 | 91% |