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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2771 | 2010-10-31 06:02:42 | 82.57 | |
| 2760 | 2010-10-10 11:44:16 | 76.67 | |
| 1827 | 2010-07-17 17:55:50 | 87.14 | |
| 1790 | 2010-07-17 13:12:39 | 80.03 | |
| 1666 | 2010-07-16 10:55:45 | 87.18 | |
| 1227 | 2010-07-12 11:36:31 | 84.23 | |
| 1023 | 2010-07-10 12:02:56 | 81.33 | |
| 773 | 2010-07-08 13:59:48 | 84.92 | |
| 541 | 2010-07-06 16:05:57 | 75.97 |