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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2719 | 2012-04-08 16:27:23 | 80.30 | 94% |
| 2647 | 2012-03-23 15:30:20 | 89.08 | 97% |
| 1534 | 2012-01-17 13:11:59 | 73.68 | 96% |
| 936 | 2011-10-17 19:22:48 | 69.75 | 96% |
| 135 | 2011-10-02 13:04:48 | 59.35 | 94% |