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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1961 | 2011-09-12 04:24:18 | 93.22 | 95% |
| 1655 | 2010-12-29 16:36:16 | 87.10 | |
| 1443 | 2010-12-26 17:12:39 | 80.72 | |
| 1389 | 2010-12-23 11:13:38 | 93.04 | |
| 1099 | 2010-12-20 12:17:39 | 80.54 | |
| 1077 | 2010-12-20 07:06:52 | 84.79 | |
| 1045 | 2010-12-19 12:00:22 | 83.39 | |
| 394 | 2010-12-08 01:52:57 | 95.55 | |
| 91 | 2010-09-13 00:55:06 | 76.82 | |
| 79 | 2010-09-13 00:40:46 | 68.21 |