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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1382 | 2012-03-15 21:11:49 | 115.84 | 92% |
| 1207 | 2012-03-10 21:51:47 | 126.00 | 93% |
| 639 | 2012-03-03 02:27:52 | 121.64 | 98% |
| 104 | 2012-02-22 04:09:54 | 108.41 | 89% |
| 66 | 2012-02-21 21:34:51 | 111.49 | 92% |
| 47 | 2012-02-21 00:43:10 | 113.59 | 95% |