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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1296 | 2010-12-21 02:03:21 | 67.98 | |
| 1152 | 2010-12-03 01:47:07 | 54.34 | |
| 1075 | 2010-11-29 08:39:55 | 64.67 | |
| 748 | 2010-11-14 05:05:56 | 56.73 | |
| 446 | 2010-11-03 05:26:51 | 48.81 |