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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 2596 | 2010-08-28 13:00:26 | 77.77 | |
| 1823 | 2010-08-14 15:36:11 | 76.77 | |
| 1581 | 2010-08-10 17:07:52 | 67.25 | |
| 1426 | 2010-08-08 23:27:06 | 77.98 | |
| 1230 | 2010-08-06 11:43:59 | 65.98 | |
| 965 | 2010-07-31 10:33:51 | 67.59 | |
| 922 | 2010-07-30 22:31:38 | 67.21 | |
| 206 | 2010-07-17 12:01:34 | 61.04 | |
| 166 | 2010-07-17 10:47:15 | 58.34 | |
| 87 | 2010-07-16 13:14:02 | 58.99 |