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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1630 | 2012-07-21 01:51:27 | 67.47 | 91% |
| 1309 | 2012-04-14 08:07:54 | 65.36 | 93% |
| 723 | 2012-04-05 07:00:04 | 58.55 | 93% |
| 478 | 2012-04-01 17:45:39 | 61.11 | 96% |
| 426 | 2012-03-27 18:36:15 | 57.95 | 97% |