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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2357 | 2013-05-09 19:47:58 | 70.86 | 90% |
| 2298 | 2013-05-07 06:34:33 | 68.14 | 88% |
| 2260 | 2013-05-04 07:08:46 | 79.72 | 95% |
| 2243 | 2013-04-30 16:02:00 | 78.96 | 95% |
| 1909 | 2013-04-04 15:15:46 | 73.26 | 94% |
| 1202 | 2013-02-10 18:53:58 | 63.45 | 90% |
| 267 | 2013-01-04 18:30:29 | 44.49 | 90% |