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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1188 | 2012-02-20 11:18:22 | 97.71 | 91% |
| 822 | 2011-10-09 08:52:20 | 105.60 | 95% |
| 375 | 2011-09-21 03:46:43 | 106.49 | 95% |
| 173 | 2011-09-13 02:53:20 | 110.91 | 98% |