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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2580 | 2011-05-02 11:07:51 | 70.36 | |
| 2504 | 2011-02-02 17:27:34 | 70.88 | |
| 1972 | 2010-10-27 09:55:25 | 61.27 | |
| 1697 | 2010-10-08 18:49:38 | 64.28 | |
| 803 | 2010-09-03 18:14:55 | 56.90 | |
| 204 | 2010-08-23 13:45:39 | 48.64 |