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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1027 | 2011-11-29 07:13:34 | 84.63 | 91% |
| 956 | 2011-11-18 12:11:56 | 76.40 | 94% |
| 907 | 2011-09-22 06:41:08 | 81.92 | 93% |
| 888 | 2011-09-21 09:28:10 | 84.21 | 94% |
| 445 | 2011-07-07 13:23:06 | 78.75 | 92% |