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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2452 | 2011-11-17 11:31:44 | 95.69 | 98% |
| 2230 | 2011-08-27 10:28:39 | 101.02 | 97% |
| 2075 | 2011-08-06 12:24:49 | 90.65 | 96% |
| 1976 | 2011-07-31 06:51:39 | 99.96 | 98% |
| 1886 | 2011-07-25 10:46:59 | 102.47 | 97% |
| 1795 | 2011-07-07 12:39:46 | 87.90 | 94% |
| 1246 | 2011-05-05 11:29:39 | 96.49 | 98% |
| 1023 | 2011-04-21 12:23:51 | 89.13 | |
| 930 | 2011-04-08 11:42:46 | 88.52 | |
| 486 | 2011-01-28 09:27:35 | 92.25 | |
| 104 | 2010-08-26 11:17:21 | 67.85 |