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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1776 | 2010-11-25 14:15:52 | 111.31 | |
| 1754 | 2010-11-24 01:55:01 | 123.28 | |
| 1337 | 2010-09-07 01:29:21 | 102.55 | |
| 1078 | 2010-07-27 09:56:12 | 120.69 | |
| 1051 | 2010-07-25 22:10:55 | 119.69 | |
| 759 | 2010-07-06 11:22:15 | 103.47 | |
| 459 | 2010-06-09 13:35:29 | 115.06 |