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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2541 | 2011-04-15 19:05:58 | 108.73 | |
| 2333 | 2011-04-13 09:21:49 | 106.93 | |
| 1850 | 2011-04-05 09:32:29 | 101.68 | |
| 1108 | 2011-03-26 00:50:57 | 104.23 |