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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2133 | 2013-08-11 16:20:43 | 79.80 | 96% |
| 1804 | 2012-07-08 07:58:08 | 81.58 | 95% |
| 1312 | 2012-05-24 15:50:46 | 82.57 | 96% |
| 1065 | 2012-05-17 09:11:25 | 85.55 | 97% |
| 1037 | 2012-05-14 10:56:05 | 82.22 | 98% |