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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1582 | 2012-12-12 05:41:07 | 124.69 | 91% |
| 1343 | 2012-11-19 01:02:43 | 124.74 | 95% |
| 1198 | 2012-11-17 00:56:35 | 132.39 | 96% |
| 845 | 2011-08-03 20:34:15 | 155.80 | 100% |
| 450 | 2011-07-04 02:28:23 | 125.86 | 97% |