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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1597 | 2011-06-24 02:30:16 | 62.24 | 94% |
| 1480 | 2011-06-10 16:16:48 | 61.00 | 92% |
| 1305 | 2011-06-02 18:45:57 | 62.10 | 92% |
| 1284 | 2011-05-31 17:46:11 | 62.07 | 94% |
| 1238 | 2011-05-29 18:17:41 | 60.43 | 93% |
| 973 | 2010-09-10 15:06:51 | 62.35 | |
| 529 | 2010-07-07 08:24:26 | 53.81 | |
| 111 | 2010-06-07 17:30:34 | 38.84 |