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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2818 | 2011-06-26 16:08:34 | 64.80 | 98% |
| 2452 | 2011-06-05 22:10:51 | 44.89 | 95% |
| 2282 | 2011-05-30 17:39:35 | 49.29 | 92% |
| 2178 | 2011-05-28 16:03:10 | 54.56 | 94% |
| 1352 | 2011-05-08 00:36:17 | 58.27 | 97% |
| 1212 | 2011-04-30 09:37:32 | 42.75 | |
| 505 | 2011-03-23 18:09:18 | 39.51 |