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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1483 | 2011-10-04 01:12:56 | 87.63 | 98% |
| 1430 | 2011-10-04 00:03:19 | 87.90 | 97% |
| 1173 | 2011-01-11 03:13:50 | 86.22 |