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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2793 | 2012-11-02 10:38:17 | 77.17 | 94% |
| 1969 | 2011-07-28 13:39:24 | 83.42 | 96% |
| 1876 | 2011-07-13 13:40:43 | 90.72 | 98% |
| 1824 | 2011-07-07 15:46:53 | 80.09 | 97% |
| 1387 | 2010-12-31 12:17:06 | 86.35 | |
| 1202 | 2010-10-12 06:01:03 | 82.86 |