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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 404 | 2011-09-08 15:55:08 | 84.18 | 93% |
| 359 | 2011-09-04 05:39:43 | 91.88 | 96% |
| 329 | 2011-09-01 06:05:14 | 88.24 | 97% |