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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2235 | 2012-02-11 04:38:40 | 54.95 | 86% |
| 1922 | 2012-01-25 09:52:00 | 58.74 | 87% |
| 813 | 2011-12-23 04:24:35 | 58.75 | 89% |
| 577 | 2011-12-19 12:25:04 | 55.92 | 84% |
| 528 | 2011-12-19 03:58:13 | 54.39 | 85% |
| 525 | 2011-12-19 03:46:31 | 56.37 | 87% |
| 490 | 2011-12-18 07:19:53 | 63.05 | 90% |
| 389 | 2011-12-16 13:36:44 | 56.30 | 87% |
| 13 | 2011-12-10 13:16:05 | 54.27 | 87% |