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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1484 | 2011-06-27 12:51:05 | 71.73 | 94% |
| 1405 | 2011-06-03 13:05:35 | 70.88 | 96% |
| 1223 | 2011-05-15 14:48:41 | 64.90 | 94% |
| 1082 | 2010-10-05 12:29:16 | 67.98 |