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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2025 | 2015-08-24 10:23:51 | 64.75 | 97% |
| 1938 | 2013-08-10 19:54:42 | 58.68 | 97% |
| 1901 | 2013-07-24 12:05:53 | 67.62 | 99% |
| 1891 | 2013-07-24 10:27:02 | 64.59 | 96% |
| 1795 | 2012-09-17 17:32:13 | 61.53 | 96% |
| 1669 | 2012-09-10 16:48:08 | 64.07 | 98% |
| 723 | 2012-07-10 07:11:59 | 51.80 | 94% |
| 521 | 2012-07-03 18:39:46 | 53.92 | 95% |
| 469 | 2012-07-02 19:01:06 | 56.22 | 96% |
| 273 | 2012-06-28 14:56:12 | 54.41 | 97% |