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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2037 | 2013-11-02 10:40:37 | 78.24 | 94% |
| 1641 | 2011-10-17 03:28:05 | 67.96 | 91% |
| 1304 | 2011-02-19 17:17:20 | 65.70 | |
| 411 | 2011-01-06 06:25:29 | 54.59 | |
| 278 | 2011-01-04 06:08:15 | 60.64 |