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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 419 | 2012-12-01 06:40:51 | 67.92 | 93% |
| 371 | 2012-11-26 03:09:09 | 78.77 | 93% |
| 169 | 2012-08-07 06:26:43 | 62.28 | 91% |
| 96 | 2012-08-06 13:46:16 | 61.74 | 91% |