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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1093 | 2013-06-09 02:17:19 | 78.99 | 87% |
| 803 | 2013-04-03 04:13:15 | 77.42 | 88% |
| 665 | 2012-10-09 23:52:26 | 79.30 | 93% |
| 341 | 2012-04-16 03:53:41 | 66.93 | 91% |
| 66 | 2012-04-15 03:55:18 | 57.02 | 87% |