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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1076 | 2011-12-10 13:18:26 | 84.35 | 97% |
| 785 | 2011-11-26 12:50:29 | 90.78 | 94% |
| 727 | 2011-11-11 18:54:37 | 102.06 | 99% |
| 332 | 2011-10-07 18:11:51 | 80.01 | 90% |