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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 819 | 2013-03-14 16:50:58 | 81.26 | 90% |
| 769 | 2013-01-24 21:34:16 | 88.00 | 95% |
| 737 | 2012-12-30 19:17:18 | 92.19 | 94% |
| 595 | 2012-11-09 19:41:38 | 78.53 | 90% |
| 541 | 2012-10-19 00:31:05 | 78.93 | 91% |
| 255 | 2012-08-29 17:54:21 | 84.73 | 94% |
| 19 | 2012-06-21 14:55:12 | 74.87 | 88% |