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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1223 | 2011-08-11 05:55:07 | 92.94 | 95% |
| 414 | 2011-05-27 05:53:20 | 86.57 | 96% |
| 329 | 2011-05-18 21:14:37 | 91.21 | 96% |