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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 384 | 2013-12-08 04:14:49 | 84.82 | 91% |
| 255 | 2012-12-17 14:23:35 | 102.61 | 100% |
| 184 | 2011-06-05 00:46:15 | 85.50 | 94% |
| 6 | 2011-04-15 23:09:46 | 89.47 | |
| 4 | 2011-04-15 23:07:28 | 80.80 |