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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1776 | 2014-06-27 17:06:09 | 115.98 | 99% |
| 1720 | 2014-06-23 14:15:48 | 119.67 | 99% |
| 1708 | 2014-06-19 20:31:32 | 116.23 | 98% |
| 1599 | 2014-06-16 15:43:36 | 120.36 | 99% |
| 1577 | 2014-06-12 18:26:44 | 111.52 | 98% |
| 1487 | 2014-06-09 16:38:33 | 117.83 | 100% |
| 1424 | 2014-06-05 17:56:24 | 104.18 | 97% |
| 1196 | 2014-05-23 19:35:56 | 114.12 | 98% |
| 260 | 2014-02-10 20:49:54 | 95.75 | 97% |
| 243 | 2014-02-10 18:53:40 | 97.72 | 96% |