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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3043 | 2014-10-17 17:21:40 | 64.68 | 92% |
| 2920 | 2014-10-09 19:05:20 | 71.11 | 94% |
| 2913 | 2014-10-09 18:57:34 | 72.45 | 95% |
| 624 | 2010-07-14 10:27:19 | 65.51 | |
| 470 | 2010-07-04 18:30:55 | 64.16 | |
| 454 | 2010-07-04 18:08:01 | 59.82 | |
| 394 | 2010-07-02 06:34:45 | 57.16 | |
| 113 | 2010-06-23 20:43:03 | 59.73 | |
| 62 | 2010-06-23 01:12:27 | 54.82 |