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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3323 | 2013-11-11 17:35:08 | 80.47 | 95% |
| 3101 | 2013-08-20 18:04:47 | 69.88 | 94% |
| 2816 | 2013-05-17 16:04:41 | 81.54 | 97% |
| 2743 | 2013-04-18 22:39:06 | 81.25 | 94% |
| 829 | 2011-12-26 23:58:16 | 52.08 | 95% |
| 654 | 2011-06-17 16:53:20 | 79.38 | 93% |
| 193 | 2011-01-11 21:03:15 | 78.28 |