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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2117 | 2011-03-07 20:20:50 | 104.18 | |
| 1985 | 2011-02-24 21:58:03 | 101.73 | |
| 1797 | 2011-02-16 17:01:43 | 102.68 | |
| 1070 | 2011-01-26 19:11:31 | 100.15 | |
| 172 | 2011-01-11 00:31:46 | 96.69 |