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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 6060 | 2014-08-31 22:55:53 | 62.58 | 96% |
| 5612 | 2014-08-23 20:21:14 | 68.58 | 95% |
| 4953 | 2014-08-07 14:43:39 | 77.22 | 98% |
| 4903 | 2014-08-06 05:12:36 | 73.16 | 97% |
| 4238 | 2014-07-13 08:52:46 | 69.49 | 98% |
| 3581 | 2014-06-30 20:23:13 | 67.63 | 98% |
| 3244 | 2014-06-25 02:28:40 | 64.04 | 96% |
| 3232 | 2014-06-24 21:20:04 | 71.36 | 98% |
| 2776 | 2014-06-16 19:14:52 | 63.88 | 94% |
| 2532 | 2014-06-12 23:49:01 | 69.99 | 97% |
| 754 | 2014-05-09 04:30:13 | 63.61 | 98% |
| 630 | 2014-05-06 23:52:46 | 55.59 | 96% |
| 594 | 2014-05-06 03:04:21 | 53.44 | 97% |
| 334 | 2014-05-04 01:19:57 | 65.85 | 97% |