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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1691 | 2010-07-23 23:28:43 | 69.44 | |
| 1636 | 2010-07-23 19:32:13 | 70.21 | |
| 1495 | 2010-07-22 18:05:06 | 62.49 | |
| 1440 | 2010-07-21 14:57:36 | 67.28 | |
| 28 | 2010-06-06 14:47:21 | 70.00 | |
| 26 | 2010-06-06 14:45:04 | 70.37 |