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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1288 | 2013-01-31 15:22:25 | 88.70 | 92% |
| 1249 | 2013-01-30 13:48:12 | 89.29 | 95% |
| 1205 | 2013-01-27 10:43:07 | 98.84 | 93% |
| 618 | 2013-01-09 12:39:36 | 91.24 | 94% |
| 557 | 2013-01-08 11:59:34 | 95.45 | 92% |
| 242 | 2013-01-05 16:27:27 | 94.99 | 92% |
| 182 | 2013-01-05 12:23:22 | 90.34 | 88% |