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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2999 | 2011-10-27 06:31:34 | 46.27 | 88% |
| 2853 | 2011-10-25 05:42:45 | 47.96 | 91% |
| 2801 | 2011-10-24 10:47:09 | 48.87 | 89% |
| 2122 | 2011-10-14 08:24:11 | 41.28 | 85% |
| 1902 | 2011-10-12 02:00:17 | 43.66 | 87% |
| 1781 | 2011-10-10 05:05:29 | 48.59 | 93% |