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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1021 | 2011-06-16 22:25:23 | 74.29 | 94% |
| 984 | 2011-06-14 15:43:50 | 83.17 | 94% |
| 756 | 2011-06-07 22:50:07 | 73.18 | 94% |
| 626 | 2011-06-05 17:39:57 | 69.32 | 92% |