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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 846 | 2013-02-09 03:17:25 | 70.64 | 94% |
| 351 | 2011-10-14 14:24:42 | 56.32 | 94% |
| 71 | 2011-02-19 13:35:17 | 55.62 |