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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3360 | 2012-01-08 14:18:45 | 111.48 | 97% |
| 2818 | 2011-08-29 10:10:19 | 101.17 | 97% |
| 2616 | 2011-07-20 05:48:16 | 105.39 | 98% |
| 2512 | 2011-07-14 15:46:43 | 99.35 | 98% |
| 1886 | 2010-06-23 10:04:58 | 95.90 |