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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3377 | 2012-09-15 03:17:40 | 109.43 | 96% |
| 3237 | 2012-08-27 07:06:32 | 100.11 | 94% |
| 2743 | 2012-07-12 01:36:40 | 104.68 | 92% |
| 2689 | 2012-07-08 23:39:28 | 110.52 | 97% |
| 2278 | 2012-06-12 22:21:40 | 89.93 | 91% |
| 2113 | 2012-06-02 16:09:24 | 113.09 | 95% |
| 1899 | 2012-05-29 02:44:09 | 106.64 | 93% |
| 1878 | 2012-05-29 00:32:47 | 91.60 | 91% |
| 1736 | 2012-05-26 16:56:58 | 102.76 | 95% |
| 1659 | 2012-05-25 02:28:40 | 109.68 | 98% |
| 1500 | 2012-05-20 06:06:45 | 87.63 | 93% |