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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3763 | 2010-10-02 14:41:18 | 76.97 | |
| 3707 | 2010-09-29 08:09:00 | 89.67 | |
| 2746 | 2010-08-17 06:39:16 | 93.26 | |
| 1914 | 2010-07-29 05:42:18 | 83.42 | |
| 1817 | 2010-07-26 07:35:13 | 93.11 | |
| 1679 | 2010-07-18 11:53:47 | 86.49 | |
| 1618 | 2010-07-18 04:34:38 | 86.25 | |
| 1598 | 2010-07-18 01:44:37 | 72.62 | |
| 1353 | 2010-07-11 01:50:12 | 71.55 | |
| 392 | 2010-05-28 12:48:56 | 81.32 |