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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5844 | 2012-03-03 20:07:20 | 61.85 | 88% |
| 5696 | 2012-02-29 01:28:47 | 64.10 | 88% |
| 5227 | 2012-02-08 15:46:06 | 66.02 | 89% |
| 5178 | 2012-02-07 01:19:08 | 69.78 | 88% |
| 4848 | 2012-01-26 15:28:32 | 64.86 | 89% |
| 4325 | 2012-01-09 16:13:26 | 59.66 | 86% |
| 4028 | 2011-12-30 15:46:55 | 62.39 | 86% |
| 3966 | 2011-12-29 01:56:42 | 59.10 | 85% |
| 3589 | 2011-12-13 22:58:56 | 67.32 | 90% |
| 1493 | 2011-10-11 14:23:40 | 69.86 | 90% |
| 1114 | 2011-09-25 16:41:50 | 62.90 | 87% |
| 1030 | 2011-09-21 00:26:08 | 68.99 | 89% |
| 997 | 2011-09-19 17:34:02 | 68.86 | 93% |
| 565 | 2011-09-01 14:12:01 | 69.22 | 90% |