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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2518 | 2012-01-28 14:51:42 | 76.53 | 95% |
| 2462 | 2012-01-26 09:07:00 | 85.74 | 97% |
| 2348 | 2012-01-14 16:02:20 | 76.38 | 95% |
| 1690 | 2011-12-16 13:35:12 | 87.77 | 99% |
| 1577 | 2011-12-08 14:27:44 | 78.06 | 98% |
| 1519 | 2011-12-05 18:16:48 | 76.44 | 97% |
| 1416 | 2011-12-03 21:12:31 | 72.73 | 97% |
| 1124 | 2011-12-02 09:57:07 | 79.22 | 98% |
| 900 | 2011-11-16 15:01:23 | 63.46 | 94% |
| 619 | 2011-11-03 09:05:16 | 62.51 | 94% |
| 589 | 2011-11-02 07:30:13 | 64.14 | 96% |
| 419 | 2011-10-21 09:13:48 | 60.93 | 94% |