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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 802 | 2012-07-06 02:51:19 | 96.74 | 96% |
| 788 | 2012-07-02 21:50:01 | 103.26 | 98% |
| 726 | 2012-06-29 00:33:29 | 86.80 | 95% |
| 60 | 2012-05-04 05:33:19 | 78.57 | 93% |