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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3101 | 2011-07-24 10:13:05 | 52.77 | 94% |
| 3018 | 2011-07-23 12:05:10 | 54.60 | 93% |
| 2875 | 2011-07-10 16:37:56 | 54.64 | 94% |
| 2045 | 2011-07-01 18:30:14 | 48.96 | 97% |