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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2827 | 2011-07-31 01:38:32 | 79.05 | 90% |
| 2555 | 2011-06-23 17:11:51 | 87.69 | 94% |
| 2412 | 2011-06-05 00:34:29 | 84.00 | 94% |
| 2181 | 2011-05-17 03:21:13 | 76.57 | 89% |
| 1801 | 2011-04-06 17:54:13 | 81.94 | 91% |
| 742 | 2011-03-15 21:14:26 | 73.80 | |
| 437 | 2011-03-11 01:05:50 | 68.33 |