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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1321 | 2012-10-25 06:09:43 | 55.61 | 94% |
| 1116 | 2012-09-01 13:51:03 | 49.15 | 91% |
| 852 | 2012-08-08 05:18:02 | 44.14 | 90% |
| 353 | 2012-07-02 07:41:40 | 39.60 | 91% |