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 |
|---|---|---|---|
| 1475 | 2015-02-10 08:53:44 | 106.29 | 96% |
| 1315 | 2015-02-06 04:50:15 | 103.07 | 97% |
| 1059 | 2015-01-29 12:11:43 | 93.46 | 93% |
| 462 | 2015-01-09 15:12:50 | 89.60 | 98% |
| 377 | 2015-01-05 14:26:25 | 92.41 | 98% |