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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1369 | 2012-09-21 07:32:25 | 100.99 | 99% |
| 1204 | 2012-09-18 07:07:54 | 94.94 | 96% |
| 1077 | 2012-09-11 09:06:41 | 98.19 | 97% |
| 784 | 2012-08-18 00:39:16 | 87.15 | 97% |
| 644 | 2012-08-13 13:45:49 | 86.29 | 95% |
| 581 | 2010-06-02 07:32:52 | 87.32 |