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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1956 | 2012-09-04 19:47:04 | 112.77 | 97% |
| 1286 | 2012-07-13 16:17:59 | 105.47 | 95% |
| 866 | 2012-06-19 17:02:40 | 119.57 | 97% |