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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2582 | 2015-01-03 05:28:02 | 98.85 | 98% |
| 2498 | 2012-04-21 06:41:03 | 95.86 | 98% |
| 2125 | 2010-08-29 00:27:28 | 104.78 | |
| 1965 | 2010-08-13 03:27:19 | 89.64 | |
| 1745 | 2010-07-21 01:46:59 | 93.99 | |
| 1533 | 2010-06-21 22:25:40 | 92.73 |