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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1477 | 2011-10-08 01:00:30 | 91.59 | 95% |
| 1244 | 2011-10-02 18:28:43 | 97.35 | 98% |
| 1154 | 2011-09-27 13:04:48 | 84.51 | 95% |
| 1118 | 2011-09-25 14:12:05 | 90.54 | 95% |
| 575 | 2011-09-04 12:47:30 | 85.18 | 96% |
| 434 | 2011-09-03 11:22:44 | 99.29 | 99% |