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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3056 | 2011-08-19 19:27:36 | 70.43 | 93% |
| 2974 | 2011-08-07 20:48:45 | 83.24 | 95% |
| 2849 | 2011-05-02 02:10:51 | 88.62 | |
| 2655 | 2011-03-31 22:01:07 | 81.69 | |
| 2510 | 2011-03-23 01:56:46 | 75.17 | |
| 2392 | 2011-02-21 04:34:23 | 72.20 | |
| 1729 | 2010-10-28 22:54:08 | 63.92 | |
| 1428 | 2010-10-04 17:30:21 | 68.16 | |
| 1423 | 2010-10-04 16:59:54 | 69.50 | |
| 1090 | 2010-09-10 15:37:22 | 58.96 | |
| 1060 | 2010-09-09 15:25:32 | 58.08 | |
| 705 | 2010-07-29 01:27:44 | 58.12 | |
| 481 | 2010-06-19 22:50:59 | 58.67 |