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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 5240 | 2010-12-11 22:00:12 | 112.81 | |
| 4529 | 2010-10-03 13:11:59 | 117.31 | |
| 4464 | 2010-10-02 17:29:20 | 112.42 | |
| 4372 | 2010-09-28 20:09:42 | 113.80 |