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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2994 | 2012-08-28 20:31:46 | 121.11 | 96% |
| 1883 | 2012-05-10 03:30:34 | 137.54 | 98% |
| 1643 | 2012-05-07 20:28:45 | 134.39 | 97% |
| 1263 | 2012-05-04 05:19:09 | 119.11 | 95% |
| 43 | 2012-04-05 11:26:50 | 114.55 | 95% |