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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5363 | 2011-06-29 00:39:59 | 59.35 | 83% |
| 5202 | 2011-06-26 00:50:54 | 73.21 | 92% |
| 4935 | 2011-06-12 00:23:58 | 62.82 | 87% |
| 4646 | 2011-05-29 05:06:00 | 76.94 | 92% |
| 4225 | 2011-05-16 05:32:55 | 52.78 | 91% |
| 4014 | 2011-05-05 03:50:59 | 69.74 | 89% |
| 3790 | 2011-04-27 06:05:47 | 62.79 | |
| 3731 | 2011-04-25 06:08:17 | 73.28 | |
| 2428 | 2011-03-29 05:31:57 | 71.47 | |
| 2408 | 2011-03-29 05:05:41 | 48.87 | |
| 1323 | 2011-02-24 08:07:11 | 63.49 | |
| 909 | 2011-02-17 06:40:04 | 68.91 |