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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 7166 | 2011-12-30 17:10:58 | 102.43 | 92% |
| 7129 | 2011-12-28 18:33:47 | 100.81 | 94% |
| 7079 | 2011-12-27 21:25:52 | 96.81 | 91% |
| 6725 | 2011-12-23 23:23:26 | 91.54 | 94% |
| 5814 | 2011-07-19 18:12:23 | 104.65 | 96% |
| 5491 | 2011-06-16 09:44:23 | 94.90 | 93% |
| 5306 | 2011-06-14 11:09:51 | 104.65 | 97% |
| 4200 | 2010-07-03 23:02:33 | 93.41 |