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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1738 | 2013-06-13 04:23:42 | 122.77 | 90% |
| 1695 | 2013-05-23 17:50:18 | 113.66 | 96% |
| 1486 | 2013-05-02 23:43:51 | 120.34 | 90% |
| 1343 | 2013-04-22 16:01:42 | 109.86 | 88% |
| 873 | 2013-01-30 02:54:21 | 113.78 | 93% |
| 702 | 2013-01-24 17:28:59 | 127.00 | 94% |
| 509 | 2013-01-16 18:10:39 | 119.62 | 93% |
| 487 | 2013-01-16 15:01:48 | 102.98 | 87% |
| 432 | 2013-01-15 19:27:20 | 111.06 | 89% |