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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3534 | 2010-10-03 05:21:51 | 83.71 | |
| 3404 | 2010-10-01 06:15:07 | 99.99 | |
| 3191 | 2010-09-17 05:56:40 | 78.61 | |
| 3083 | 2010-09-14 06:44:56 | 100.99 |