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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 3484 | 2016-07-27 06:33:51 | 118.62 | 95% |
| 3271 | 2015-12-17 03:26:28 | 116.83 | 96% |
| 3015 | 2015-07-28 14:38:34 | 109.55 | 94% |
| 2876 | 2015-07-17 02:29:42 | 101.70 | 95% |
| 2548 | 2015-06-29 04:47:09 | 96.20 | 92% |
| 2528 | 2015-06-28 03:41:03 | 98.07 | 91% |
| 2435 | 2015-06-26 02:53:18 | 88.57 | 93% |
| 2005 | 2015-06-08 02:18:07 | 94.15 | 94% |
| 1273 | 2015-05-30 03:12:59 | 90.82 | 95% |
| 1264 | 2015-05-30 03:02:16 | 80.63 | 94% |
| 1029 | 2015-05-24 09:38:00 | 83.32 | 93% |
| 318 | 2015-05-14 12:34:58 | 74.66 | 92% |