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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 19532 | 2010-07-28 17:28:36 | 100.64 | |
| 18842 | 2010-07-18 19:16:08 | 111.21 | |
| 18767 | 2010-07-17 21:49:25 | 109.97 | |
| 18463 | 2010-07-14 20:34:11 | 115.72 | |
| 18381 | 2010-07-13 22:52:49 | 112.32 | |
| 18231 | 2010-07-12 03:22:21 | 116.19 | |
| 17503 | 2010-07-06 20:35:35 | 105.16 | |
| 17432 | 2010-07-05 21:52:01 | 122.08 | |
| 17222 | 2010-07-04 19:46:21 | 108.29 | |
| 16970 | 2010-07-02 18:59:44 | 102.84 | |
| 15760 | 2010-06-22 17:11:05 | 109.11 | |
| 14953 | 2010-06-11 22:05:01 | 113.64 | |
| 14873 | 2010-06-10 21:12:57 | 105.34 | |
| 14871 | 2010-06-10 21:10:59 | 111.33 | |
| 14671 | 2010-06-06 20:21:30 | 106.09 |