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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2888 | 2012-01-03 06:54:24 | 87.67 | 99% |
| 2537 | 2011-06-14 10:22:40 | 88.35 | 98% |
| 1658 | 2010-07-10 16:11:02 | 81.35 | |
| 1259 | 2010-06-11 14:26:50 | 90.55 | |
| 1087 | 2010-06-02 19:18:46 | 83.57 |