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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1717 | 2013-09-12 01:46:00 | 76.62 | 93% |
| 1126 | 2012-11-28 23:04:57 | 83.17 | 96% |
| 919 | 2012-11-13 22:24:41 | 78.08 | 91% |
| 823 | 2012-11-11 22:25:07 | 77.00 | 91% |
| 685 | 2012-11-06 16:48:18 | 82.73 | 94% |
| 451 | 2012-10-24 02:54:37 | 71.62 | 90% |
| 133 | 2012-10-12 05:40:23 | 77.52 | 94% |
| 19 | 2012-10-10 19:58:21 | 86.02 | 96% |