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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3712 | 2012-10-04 05:26:43 | 95.29 | 94% |
| 3628 | 2012-05-22 06:55:18 | 96.53 | 94% |
| 3351 | 2012-03-30 05:18:00 | 94.51 | 92% |
| 2570 | 2011-03-31 01:38:45 | 80.95 | |
| 2421 | 2011-03-23 10:07:40 | 96.58 | |
| 2360 | 2011-03-22 00:35:22 | 90.93 | |
| 2108 | 2011-03-09 21:40:25 | 84.76 | |
| 1892 | 2011-03-06 23:53:44 | 88.62 | |
| 980 | 2010-11-18 01:56:22 | 83.70 | |
| 877 | 2010-11-16 02:30:21 | 82.64 | |
| 563 | 2010-11-09 11:54:47 | 83.03 | |
| 354 | 2010-11-03 23:01:35 | 79.58 |