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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3125 | 2011-08-17 15:59:37 | 99.31 | 94% |
| 2976 | 2011-08-15 17:56:59 | 110.36 | 96% |
| 2461 | 2011-08-09 21:21:01 | 97.94 | 94% |
| 2234 | 2011-08-02 05:03:34 | 98.50 | 98% |
| 1943 | 2011-07-28 21:55:38 | 96.62 | 94% |
| 1824 | 2011-07-28 04:27:15 | 85.79 | 91% |
| 1454 | 2011-06-05 02:20:12 | 113.42 | 99% |
| 1110 | 2011-06-02 19:34:36 | 92.79 | 94% |
| 984 | 2011-05-27 17:47:43 | 116.92 | 99% |
| 955 | 2011-05-27 16:25:37 | 91.28 | 93% |
| 615 | 2011-05-24 22:10:47 | 92.32 | 95% |
| 239 | 2011-05-20 17:39:54 | 96.56 | 97% |