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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 789 | 2011-11-29 15:32:44 | 94.02 | 95% |
| 640 | 2011-11-22 18:54:22 | 100.70 | 96% |
| 236 | 2011-03-22 20:03:49 | 98.02 | |
| 4 | 2011-03-14 17:14:27 | 83.44 |