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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2634 | 2012-08-29 04:56:25 | 109.66 | 99% |
| 2340 | 2010-11-26 07:19:17 | 100.04 | |
| 1975 | 2010-11-11 22:48:08 | 107.10 | |
| 1854 | 2010-11-08 02:27:29 | 100.11 | |
| 1822 | 2010-11-07 19:49:35 | 101.81 | |
| 1564 | 2010-11-06 02:13:18 | 108.51 | |
| 1170 | 2010-10-31 01:09:39 | 99.13 | |
| 952 | 2010-10-26 06:29:48 | 97.59 | |
| 241 | 2010-10-16 20:39:36 | 98.27 |