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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1511 | 2012-10-01 21:05:15 | 102.70 | 96% |
| 1470 | 2012-09-26 21:36:50 | 104.04 | 96% |
| 1001 | 2012-07-16 13:47:05 | 97.67 | 95% |
| 671 | 2012-06-19 13:58:42 | 85.10 | 92% |
| 424 | 2012-06-04 16:51:46 | 96.95 | 94% |
| 251 | 2012-05-29 12:23:15 | 90.08 | 94% |
| 95 | 2012-05-18 12:33:19 | 88.17 | 97% |