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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 933 | 2013-03-13 01:36:34 | 133.07 | 95% |
| 554 | 2012-09-21 01:49:25 | 115.05 | 92% |
| 192 | 2011-11-28 03:50:43 | 141.77 | 99% |
| 138 | 2011-10-12 03:16:14 | 139.86 | 100% |