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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5270 | 2013-07-03 19:21:24 | 81.74 | 99% |
| 4980 | 2012-07-10 06:22:22 | 74.79 | 96% |
| 4749 | 2012-03-08 22:17:32 | 74.54 | 97% |
| 4495 | 2012-02-11 19:10:57 | 68.55 | 95% |
| 3821 | 2012-01-17 03:33:33 | 66.31 | 94% |
| 3290 | 2012-01-10 05:19:47 | 63.36 | 93% |
| 2716 | 2011-12-28 23:38:38 | 55.32 | 91% |
| 2611 | 2011-12-23 23:10:38 | 68.65 | 98% |
| 2466 | 2011-12-20 08:47:50 | 65.39 | 96% |
| 2269 | 2011-12-15 19:51:08 | 56.54 | 95% |
| 1510 | 2011-11-25 00:52:19 | 58.25 | 97% |
| 1368 | 2011-11-19 22:40:54 | 52.36 | 97% |
| 773 | 2011-11-08 02:55:33 | 48.25 | 98% |