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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1225 | 2010-10-01 14:45:36 | 98.97 | |
| 1057 | 2010-09-21 10:16:33 | 110.84 | |
| 920 | 2010-09-14 12:19:02 | 111.24 |