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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1354 | 2010-11-05 17:56:16 | 61.92 | |
| 1171 | 2010-10-04 00:13:42 | 60.47 | |
| 1066 | 2010-08-27 21:42:25 | 57.54 | |
| 651 | 2010-08-17 16:16:32 | 59.12 | |
| 405 | 2010-08-06 11:44:21 | 49.41 |