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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 245 | 2012-05-07 18:35:26 | 106.62 | 97% |
| 238 | 2012-05-07 18:28:45 | 110.28 | 97% |
| 55 | 2011-06-12 21:52:50 | 103.85 | 97% |