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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3225 | 2013-02-02 17:16:57 | 67.76 | 95% |
| 2891 | 2012-12-12 10:45:27 | 65.32 | 94% |
| 2828 | 2012-12-09 08:47:36 | 67.13 | 95% |
| 2578 | 2012-11-09 10:20:39 | 64.64 | 95% |
| 2114 | 2012-02-26 11:03:16 | 51.18 | 90% |
| 1872 | 2012-01-06 05:51:03 | 53.28 | 91% |
| 1664 | 2011-12-24 22:18:44 | 53.14 | 92% |
| 1460 | 2011-12-19 00:09:49 | 57.35 | 92% |
| 1331 | 2011-12-15 19:51:14 | 52.32 | 90% |