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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2688 | 2011-08-21 13:15:14 | 59.84 | 90% |
| 1961 | 2011-05-10 09:45:06 | 60.47 | 92% |
| 1846 | 2011-05-06 06:53:36 | 60.79 | 95% |
| 1827 | 2011-05-05 11:39:51 | 60.19 | 94% |
| 1743 | 2011-04-29 11:44:13 | 54.32 | |
| 1716 | 2011-04-27 08:55:30 | 49.21 | |
| 1585 | 2011-04-25 19:12:07 | 52.63 | |
| 1126 | 2011-04-15 04:21:29 | 41.21 |