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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4248 | 2012-08-10 03:51:20 | 121.99 | 96% |
| 4071 | 2012-05-23 05:01:22 | 111.88 | 93% |
| 4070 | 2012-05-23 05:00:19 | 118.91 | 96% |
| 3503 | 2012-04-18 02:27:43 | 129.80 | 99% |
| 2891 | 2012-03-28 19:17:47 | 101.45 | 92% |
| 2490 | 2012-03-21 03:10:06 | 106.36 | 95% |
| 1562 | 2012-02-28 21:52:33 | 90.44 | 90% |
| 1440 | 2011-05-10 04:43:48 | 54.37 | 91% |
| 1130 | 2010-08-02 04:12:58 | 99.53 | |
| 1099 | 2010-08-01 07:57:32 | 86.96 | |
| 807 | 2010-07-14 04:23:03 | 88.25 | |
| 671 | 2010-07-11 00:03:13 | 90.48 |