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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3807 | 2011-04-15 00:54:03 | 40.17 | |
| 3740 | 2011-04-11 16:26:54 | 47.57 | |
| 3487 | 2011-03-25 10:35:32 | 49.41 | |
| 3093 | 2011-03-12 09:14:39 | 46.60 | |
| 2982 | 2011-03-07 17:11:44 | 44.95 | |
| 2785 | 2011-03-02 04:51:07 | 50.78 |