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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 751 | 2012-09-12 20:41:37 | 91.50 | 90% |
| 742 | 2012-09-12 20:26:42 | 82.86 | 89% |
| 507 | 2011-05-02 07:34:42 | 104.84 | |
| 240 | 2011-03-16 06:55:27 | 90.09 | |
| 52 | 2011-03-10 05:41:57 | 93.35 |