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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5598 | 2013-07-31 18:43:38 | 65.12 | 91% |
| 4738 | 2013-05-11 14:47:18 | 74.90 | 96% |
| 4729 | 2013-05-11 14:01:56 | 62.48 | 91% |
| 4566 | 2013-05-01 05:45:44 | 69.56 | 94% |
| 4242 | 2013-02-24 07:47:19 | 64.65 | 94% |
| 4161 | 2013-02-22 07:53:54 | 73.55 | 96% |
| 3002 | 2012-12-25 17:37:28 | 62.29 | 93% |
| 2460 | 2012-12-02 18:56:25 | 49.85 | 88% |
| 2229 | 2012-11-24 17:05:17 | 62.50 | 96% |
| 1728 | 2012-11-09 19:37:11 | 48.93 | 92% |