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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1431 | 2013-09-14 20:57:49 | 64.67 | 97% |
| 1127 | 2013-07-11 19:54:41 | 57.84 | 94% |
| 1013 | 2013-06-09 21:02:15 | 61.70 | 94% |
| 640 | 2011-03-11 20:01:51 | 44.90 |