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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2366 | 2011-04-13 19:02:57 | 135.05 | |
| 2227 | 2010-12-01 07:38:09 | 127.44 | |
| 1808 | 2010-11-07 19:49:22 | 147.80 | |
| 1432 | 2010-10-29 13:42:24 | 126.15 | |
| 1187 | 2010-10-24 13:48:45 | 143.77 | |
| 278 | 2010-09-23 10:24:48 | 135.06 | |
| 98 | 2010-09-18 18:53:37 | 124.39 |