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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3766 | 2011-04-19 12:51:43 | 81.23 | |
| 3672 | 2011-02-27 21:27:21 | 85.01 | |
| 3233 | 2011-01-28 14:20:08 | 105.85 | |
| 3128 | 2011-01-07 12:25:30 | 100.26 | |
| 1503 | 2010-06-09 12:50:43 | 84.12 |