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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2675 | 2011-10-18 22:28:03 | 88.50 | 94% |
| 2400 | 2011-10-15 19:29:33 | 78.04 | 91% |
| 1414 | 2011-09-29 08:56:46 | 80.11 | 90% |
| 1059 | 2011-09-25 04:17:29 | 68.44 | 85% |