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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2769 | 2013-02-14 09:19:18 | 87.80 | 92% |
| 2175 | 2012-07-30 16:40:14 | 59.13 | 86% |
| 2056 | 2012-07-12 10:00:51 | 67.36 | 89% |
| 2036 | 2012-07-12 04:44:40 | 55.25 | 94% |
| 1715 | 2012-06-05 07:47:42 | 64.11 | 90% |
| 1480 | 2012-05-23 06:31:56 | 64.65 | 90% |
| 231 | 2012-04-09 05:14:39 | 43.07 | 82% |