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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3956 | 2013-12-21 16:17:17 | 106.00 | 92% |
| 2571 | 2012-12-26 16:34:43 | 108.40 | 91% |
| 2431 | 2012-12-22 18:54:52 | 106.47 | 93% |
| 2426 | 2012-12-22 18:50:33 | 109.29 | 93% |
| 2178 | 2012-12-19 16:10:58 | 112.38 | 94% |
| 1870 | 2012-12-08 20:02:50 | 113.67 | 95% |
| 1245 | 2010-12-05 16:41:37 | 85.96 | |
| 1088 | 2010-12-04 14:30:24 | 76.88 | |
| 1004 | 2010-10-14 21:16:41 | 69.27 | |
| 397 | 2010-09-27 22:23:04 | 51.25 |