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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1046 | 2015-01-17 02:19:22 | 80.03 | 97% |
| 836 | 2010-08-25 03:54:05 | 82.57 | |
| 776 | 2010-08-24 08:54:00 | 78.48 | |
| 728 | 2010-07-27 06:36:04 | 77.60 | |
| 416 | 2010-07-24 21:35:03 | 67.63 |