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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3432 | 2012-04-08 21:43:28 | 74.13 | 89% |
| 3363 | 2012-04-08 00:54:21 | 85.07 | 94% |
| 3316 | 2012-04-06 20:53:00 | 83.73 | 93% |
| 3030 | 2012-03-19 23:58:45 | 76.24 | 92% |
| 2570 | 2012-01-09 23:46:50 | 67.71 | 92% |
| 2356 | 2012-01-07 17:31:23 | 76.07 | 93% |
| 2204 | 2012-01-05 01:30:41 | 82.48 | 94% |
| 1715 | 2011-12-30 00:55:07 | 81.19 | 95% |
| 1570 | 2011-12-28 14:56:39 | 73.37 | 93% |
| 1433 | 2011-12-25 17:30:32 | 76.19 | 95% |
| 1328 | 2011-12-20 17:59:08 | 69.71 | 93% |
| 1226 | 2011-12-19 20:44:15 | 79.37 | 95% |
| 826 | 2011-11-29 02:49:45 | 66.91 | 93% |
| 614 | 2011-10-18 00:09:43 | 60.63 | 91% |