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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2454 | 2011-09-27 03:27:37 | 52.94 | 94% |
| 2096 | 2011-09-01 08:40:51 | 57.00 | 91% |
| 1903 | 2011-08-29 15:49:01 | 63.79 | 95% |
| 1169 | 2011-08-13 02:51:06 | 60.93 | 96% |
| 1163 | 2011-08-13 02:42:13 | 61.77 | 98% |
| 749 | 2011-07-18 09:48:48 | 61.27 | 97% |
| 411 | 2011-07-14 17:31:53 | 60.54 | 98% |
| 322 | 2011-07-13 05:47:51 | 50.92 | 90% |
| 195 | 2011-07-12 05:35:04 | 58.35 | 95% |