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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1998 | 2013-08-18 15:42:56 | 106.72 | 97% |
| 1818 | 2013-03-02 18:13:48 | 100.16 | 97% |
| 1793 | 2013-02-20 17:21:14 | 98.28 | 97% |
| 1366 | 2012-10-23 10:52:02 | 92.99 | 95% |
| 1048 | 2012-08-28 20:13:32 | 94.21 | 95% |
| 1040 | 2012-08-27 18:05:23 | 92.15 | 94% |
| 550 | 2012-07-20 15:30:25 | 86.68 | 95% |
| 186 | 2012-06-25 16:19:50 | 90.01 | 94% |
| 138 | 2012-06-18 14:31:53 | 84.83 | 90% |