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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1108 | 2011-03-05 05:58:48 | 118.02 | |
| 814 | 2010-09-26 01:37:09 | 114.93 | |
| 811 | 2010-09-26 01:34:14 | 131.82 | |
| 639 | 2010-09-18 18:53:37 | 123.22 | |
| 373 | 2010-09-07 03:19:56 | 128.28 | |
| 313 | 2010-09-03 03:05:45 | 119.55 |