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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2882 | 2011-11-03 18:16:15 | 66.64 | 90% |
| 2458 | 2011-09-06 16:31:08 | 82.56 | 96% |
| 2441 | 2011-08-31 13:10:27 | 74.03 | 94% |
| 1957 | 2011-08-17 12:43:39 | 76.22 | 93% |
| 1565 | 2011-07-05 17:58:55 | 71.92 | 94% |
| 1322 | 2011-06-13 16:40:17 | 74.68 | 96% |
| 827 | 2011-05-31 12:08:14 | 68.28 | 95% |
| 802 | 2011-05-27 21:46:53 | 71.46 | 97% |
| 648 | 2011-05-24 22:50:37 | 57.91 | 89% |
| 312 | 2011-05-11 13:07:21 | 58.84 | 93% |
| 287 | 2011-05-11 12:35:51 | 70.25 | 97% |
| 156 | 2011-05-09 17:44:03 | 55.00 | 92% |