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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 4365 | 2010-10-13 13:34:00 | 70.96 | |
| 4359 | 2010-10-13 13:20:58 | 89.26 | |
| 3941 | 2010-09-21 13:20:19 | 68.78 | |
| 3878 | 2010-09-16 13:47:01 | 76.64 | |
| 3119 | 2010-07-26 01:13:21 | 61.45 |