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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2998 | 2012-06-12 23:32:21 | 103.70 | 97% |
| 2686 | 2012-05-01 01:54:39 | 104.67 | 98% |
| 2580 | 2012-04-29 18:09:05 | 96.34 | 96% |
| 2245 | 2012-03-19 01:49:22 | 106.81 | 99% |
| 2173 | 2012-03-13 01:45:56 | 95.07 | 99% |
| 1738 | 2011-06-14 22:44:00 | 93.13 | 95% |
| 1565 | 2011-06-07 00:37:23 | 96.72 | 97% |
| 1242 | 2011-05-12 00:57:22 | 86.43 | 95% |
| 1003 | 2011-05-07 22:36:58 | 76.27 | 93% |
| 267 | 2011-04-25 16:41:37 | 85.89 |