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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 796 | 2010-12-09 17:04:59 | 84.68 | |
| 720 | 2010-12-01 17:00:34 | 93.87 | |
| 124 | 2010-09-01 17:06:09 | 70.20 | |
| 81 | 2010-08-30 16:54:24 | 76.65 |