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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3337 | 2013-05-02 05:14:10 | 71.68 | 96% |
| 3097 | 2012-06-11 13:53:31 | 76.01 | 93% |
| 2764 | 2012-05-01 05:16:10 | 62.43 | 91% |
| 1141 | 2012-02-25 11:01:06 | 50.73 | 88% |
| 1033 | 2012-02-17 13:28:46 | 50.69 | 90% |
| 940 | 2012-02-10 00:00:40 | 49.48 | 91% |
| 882 | 2012-02-05 12:20:17 | 47.24 | 89% |