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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3339 | 2011-07-12 15:51:39 | 104.51 | 96% |
| 3084 | 2011-02-17 18:47:32 | 118.34 | |
| 2792 | 2011-01-11 15:11:01 | 109.42 | |
| 2521 | 2010-12-08 15:45:05 | 109.99 | |
| 2401 | 2010-11-29 20:32:29 | 106.16 | |
| 2351 | 2010-11-28 12:57:33 | 116.01 | |
| 2266 | 2010-11-22 19:22:57 | 103.38 | |
| 1960 | 2010-07-06 16:22:51 | 102.17 | |
| 1854 | 2010-06-22 15:57:22 | 105.89 | |
| 1849 | 2010-06-22 15:51:52 | 91.89 | |
| 1590 | 2010-06-08 21:05:39 | 102.07 | |
| 1548 | 2010-06-02 21:33:33 | 99.17 |