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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1196 | 2010-10-17 04:48:57 | 121.86 | |
| 1183 | 2010-10-16 03:00:50 | 117.50 | |
| 1162 | 2010-10-13 01:26:39 | 105.80 | |
| 1137 | 2010-09-27 02:33:50 | 123.52 |