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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 555 | 2016-05-25 09:11:50 | 90.48 | 92% |
| 306 | 2016-05-05 15:38:06 | 82.86 | 91% |
| 214 | 2016-04-29 12:01:20 | 93.26 | 94% |
| 108 | 2016-04-27 14:10:23 | 88.87 | 93% |
| 89 | 2016-04-27 12:24:34 | 97.44 | 94% |