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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1004 | 2011-12-12 14:34:17 | 106.53 | 94% |
| 963 | 2011-11-10 04:54:41 | 105.67 | 97% |
| 844 | 2011-10-27 13:26:19 | 116.40 | 98% |
| 680 | 2011-10-12 01:34:29 | 104.19 | 96% |
| 464 | 2011-09-15 23:55:01 | 101.22 | 96% |
| 14 | 2011-08-20 09:38:49 | 103.14 | 98% |
| 3 | 2011-08-19 23:53:50 | 106.88 | 97% |