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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2094 | 2010-12-21 04:48:03 | 102.31 | |
| 1823 | 2010-12-18 22:06:08 | 109.25 | |
| 1222 | 2010-11-21 07:01:32 | 100.64 | |
| 857 | 2010-11-12 22:53:11 | 110.09 | |
| 814 | 2010-11-12 01:08:37 | 103.73 | |
| 791 | 2010-11-12 00:50:21 | 126.15 | |
| 723 | 2010-11-11 21:04:38 | 117.28 | |
| 681 | 2010-11-09 23:18:49 | 105.05 |