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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 981 | 2012-03-13 04:21:07 | 98.85 | 94% |
| 607 | 2011-05-19 22:06:53 | 87.94 | 95% |
| 600 | 2011-05-19 21:44:38 | 92.69 | 95% |
| 557 | 2011-05-17 19:57:39 | 92.58 | 96% |
| 237 | 2011-04-18 05:32:20 | 58.29 |