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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2595 | 2011-12-12 01:20:55 | 131.94 | 97% |
| 2460 | 2011-12-08 00:17:20 | 110.20 | 89% |
| 2077 | 2011-12-02 23:11:43 | 124.14 | 94% |
| 1942 | 2011-11-29 22:53:21 | 132.03 | 93% |
| 1702 | 2011-11-26 00:58:36 | 118.26 | 94% |
| 1385 | 2011-11-23 21:51:35 | 122.48 | 95% |
| 1182 | 2011-11-20 06:06:26 | 128.12 | 97% |
| 696 | 2011-11-15 00:05:55 | 127.91 | 96% |
| 296 | 2011-11-01 01:50:42 | 140.00 | 99% |
| 256 | 2011-11-01 01:17:55 | 125.60 | 95% |