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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 638 | 2012-09-29 03:42:14 | 84.17 | 91% |
| 207 | 2012-09-01 18:45:59 | 88.63 | 94% |
| 76 | 2011-06-11 23:41:05 | 85.70 | 96% |