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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2001 | 2013-08-12 23:36:38 | 146.25 | 100% |
| 1945 | 2013-08-12 15:30:38 | 138.25 | 99% |
| 1677 | 2013-07-12 23:32:33 | 129.65 | 97% |
| 1471 | 2013-07-03 20:45:13 | 137.40 | 98% |
| 1443 | 2013-07-03 00:20:00 | 148.36 | 100% |
| 1375 | 2013-07-01 17:19:33 | 132.97 | 98% |
| 1249 | 2013-06-22 21:28:11 | 142.13 | 98% |
| 1237 | 2013-06-22 21:17:26 | 150.18 | 99% |
| 1155 | 2013-06-22 00:58:37 | 144.60 | 100% |
| 630 | 2013-06-03 13:48:16 | 144.40 | 97% |
| 561 | 2013-06-01 15:39:43 | 151.59 | 100% |
| 37 | 2013-05-22 21:49:36 | 137.45 | 99% |