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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2061 | 2014-06-03 10:07:29 | 78.98 | 92% |
| 1877 | 2014-03-27 09:47:39 | 59.36 | 86% |
| 1800 | 2014-03-13 12:05:19 | 75.73 | 93% |
| 1438 | 2013-11-26 10:11:59 | 75.93 | 92% |
| 1400 | 2013-11-26 07:27:25 | 78.71 | 91% |
| 1290 | 2013-11-20 12:01:47 | 73.94 | 92% |
| 1189 | 2013-11-18 10:44:48 | 78.59 | 90% |
| 1089 | 2013-11-06 06:52:08 | 73.60 | 92% |
| 777 | 2012-04-24 06:40:59 | 62.54 | 83% |
| 297 | 2012-04-05 11:25:34 | 46.53 | 91% |
| 151 | 2012-04-01 06:28:22 | 54.14 | 83% |