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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1615 | 2012-10-03 10:52:07 | 116.87 | 100% |
| 1314 | 2012-09-17 11:36:57 | 97.68 | 97% |
| 1237 | 2012-09-14 18:16:16 | 105.15 | 98% |
| 1009 | 2012-09-05 05:07:22 | 109.74 | 97% |
| 746 | 2012-08-15 00:35:42 | 94.98 | 95% |
| 554 | 2012-08-07 12:04:33 | 93.09 | 94% |
| 296 | 2012-07-29 19:36:08 | 97.68 | 97% |
| 263 | 2012-07-29 18:48:16 | 98.44 | 97% |