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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1856 | 2012-05-29 09:45:27 | 59.65 | 97% |
| 1810 | 2012-05-23 14:37:25 | 61.68 | 98% |
| 1640 | 2012-05-14 11:26:24 | 53.23 | 96% |
| 1356 | 2012-04-26 11:40:49 | 48.94 | 94% |
| 1351 | 2012-04-26 10:52:49 | 50.31 | 94% |
| 1282 | 2012-04-23 15:13:39 | 47.21 | 95% |
| 662 | 2012-03-27 10:34:54 | 52.27 | 94% |
| 419 | 2012-02-23 16:44:06 | 48.46 | 95% |