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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2361 | 2011-07-30 05:46:03 | 168.50 | 98% |
| 2093 | 2011-07-28 10:20:56 | 171.52 | 100% |
| 1780 | 2011-07-27 04:31:22 | 152.38 | 97% |
| 1706 | 2011-07-25 08:05:33 | 168.97 | 100% |
| 1620 | 2011-07-25 00:07:40 | 151.24 | 95% |
| 1215 | 2011-07-23 22:33:00 | 153.94 | 98% |
| 633 | 2011-07-21 08:14:03 | 164.36 | 99% |
| 340 | 2011-07-20 21:23:08 | 162.10 | 100% |