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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2755 | 2011-12-26 19:15:05 | 66.44 | 98% |
| 2492 | 2011-11-28 10:30:43 | 63.27 | 94% |
| 2280 | 2011-08-02 11:01:14 | 68.64 | 97% |
| 1767 | 2011-03-17 14:06:40 | 54.72 | |
| 1271 | 2011-02-11 06:27:20 | 53.48 | |
| 1023 | 2011-01-27 22:02:50 | 55.20 |