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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5849 | 2013-07-20 06:47:35 | 110.31 | 99% |
| 5787 | 2013-07-19 20:09:28 | 94.28 | 93% |
| 5586 | 2013-01-18 08:07:52 | 103.09 | 94% |
| 5253 | 2013-01-17 08:44:23 | 113.56 | 98% |
| 4793 | 2012-10-27 02:53:54 | 108.13 | 98% |
| 4723 | 2012-10-26 23:25:20 | 108.79 | 99% |
| 4131 | 2012-07-17 02:58:27 | 86.41 | 90% |
| 3907 | 2012-03-31 07:08:04 | 103.71 | 97% |
| 3627 | 2012-03-29 05:29:18 | 104.53 | 95% |
| 3602 | 2012-03-29 00:21:26 | 89.07 | 91% |
| 1517 | 2011-10-04 06:00:29 | 100.37 | 97% |
| 1201 | 2011-06-13 15:49:40 | 83.90 | 93% |
| 904 | 2011-06-13 05:13:34 | 96.71 | 98% |
| 302 | 2011-06-11 16:57:51 | 88.57 | 96% |