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 | 2011-04-28 15:08:51 | 76.20 | |
| 1103 | 2011-04-26 02:47:39 | 55.31 | |
| 892 | 2011-04-23 15:45:39 | 65.89 | |
| 847 | 2011-04-22 20:53:27 | 65.53 | |
| 826 | 2011-04-22 16:41:25 | 64.00 | |
| 325 | 2011-04-16 04:05:33 | 44.17 | |
| 146 | 2011-04-14 15:42:07 | 35.36 |