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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3078 | 2012-12-19 12:18:24 | 89.98 | 92% |
| 2042 | 2012-03-04 10:17:00 | 80.25 | 93% |
| 1883 | 2012-02-24 16:55:36 | 92.89 | 95% |
| 963 | 2012-01-13 15:41:12 | 81.74 | 94% |
| 600 | 2011-12-20 18:38:47 | 86.20 | 96% |
| 563 | 2011-12-20 17:59:00 | 79.63 | 95% |
| 499 | 2011-12-03 14:21:37 | 63.63 | 89% |
| 293 | 2011-06-08 10:31:47 | 72.68 | 91% |